I wonder if this will be the last revery of this year. it seems likely. Hasn’t been an easy year, hasn’t been easy to keep up, to get in a rhythm. This one I’m doing in the morning, very strange. But it has been amazing to make and share and I am not tired at all of creating these.
here we are my friend I’ll sing you an old song
rock a bye
into oblivion
or into
permission to
live again
xwordsx
no fail go chasing
tail of comet
full on, on it
wish with me on falling stars again, my friend
oh well I might as well try and make music even if it isn’t the greatest thing ever
cello, percussion, moody, minor key, dark, heavy as fucking usual, melancholic, 108bpm, north
a push into pushing and pushing into air and that’s all music is really
you must learn the ways
why don’t you?
oh yah oh yah
everybody’s got their life goin
oh yeah oh ya
but me
making music for
no reason!
a coming storm, a fog bank, a wall of unknown, the leftover, a place of refuge
intense, heavy, big, beats, cello, midnight door, southeast, yearning, adventurous
when in the back of that car
when in the trunk of that car
sinister sounding now innocent then
a group of high school kids heading up for a full moon wander in the woods
just laughs and all, nothing really even consumed or ruined
kind of amazing how beautiful we were
where we walk and work makes talk
listen up and lose
your all lost
you’re all lost
still huh? wowowowow
Didn’t know these vineyards growing up
pear orchards maybe a little better
and that wandering wondering
how we get wherever sure
it crossed my mind
brought my dang cello
might as well pull it out of the trunk and
clunk
call in and on
and on
the guards are marching
one by one
hurrah
which wish shall we perceive
the one to be still
or to believe?
calumet, wander, farther on the road
you heave and sigh and wish you could
you wish and only wish you would
explode in beautiful lustful rage
turn the corner
round the bend
round her bend
again
it’s just time to like
get going with it all and you know
make it happen whether anyone is happening
whether anything is
whether whenever ends
just you know, me you and this
oh it’s just a way, away
to not be invisible
don’t know
don’t worry
did it ever even begin
was it the end all through
did I try, was I true?
it doesn’t matter without you
may I take a trip around your block
rock around your clock
anchor at your dock
fly with your flock?
no more words could rhyme!
choose your adventurer
yes, there are some missing. I have been recording a lot but none good enough to post. but soon. maybe I will recover the dozens of lost ones someday. maybe next winter!
so let’s just skip five? ok. whatever. who cares.
whoever is there, really
wait a month, re work a piece you started, get lost, come back, go
yup, I did get *really* creative with naming these three.
I would like to maybe release these as an ep together. I might add one or two more, depending on how time flies.
it’s where we turn on the lights
a sun angle here
below where chill can reach yeah
above where stillness falls like fog
winter two just around the corner
lest you be lookin’
I’ll swim and sing with you
if you want me
not if you want me too
if you want me
a shadow on the hillside
your own
the sun setting
a “normal” day
wish-ish to make believe in
hero you
hero true
shadow you
and persevere
no more
pursue engage
with swiftness
with the proper sage rage
oh well alas
we turn the corner and become
one with musicbox
when the light
divides into
infinite?
is it
really
you or
is it really
me thinking of you
again
again in the day
again in the night
again in a song
again in my fright
again in the missing
is it you
or a missing piece of me?
nearly there nearly there
so real
am always wanting to mark this apex
in a way
that is
as though
reverb of light
echo of light
trailing light
can traverse through
next
I never manage the right reverence though
I can’t fling things forward
except to hope
and hope is not light
hope is probably made of light
but it isn’t light
a cycle upon a cycle an end a beginning a climax a relentless turn
each song
a life
each life
a death
once there
running the dune
just a break between here and there
maybe the big break
that one moment
or any other
a begin again
a prayer
prayer a
plan b
a plan to see
t
here we are in the reprieve
such a nice place to be
leave
if you believe me
when I say
hey hey
baby
here we are in the recalled
where the night becomes a walled
garden and your dreams
repeat
and make some new new
true blue
through and through
you hue
new
hopes and dreams
dispense forthwith
climbing up that river valley
I was most good at
believing
Whatever whatever whatever
faith
next
go go
no thinks
or inhale. whichever.
what am I doing?
missed under
stood firm
wish asunder
good
next
it aint perfect. it aint it aint
couldn’t type
discipline
