if any
fucking fuck
ever
talked to any of the women in my life
like that, that piece of shit creep,
i would punch him the fucking nose
and i am not a nose punching
kind of guy.
it is long past time,
for decent people,
especially men,
to stand the fuck up.
go play
?
I don’t always have to like these
i don’t know if i like this one
right now
it’s cool that i accidentally did that fancy thing that fancy music majors do when they use weird rhythms
and yes i’m proud that i didn’t do it on purpose
per se
but i don’t know what this feeling is here:
a waiting
an unresolved
an unknown
somewhere always winding
and no resolution
unresolved
unresolved mystery
i don’t have to like these
or even do a good job
or love them
or do them at all
ok?
and yet
it lives here.
no need
maybe i
should not
talk
at a
ll
too bad to miss them so
if only
i
we
had
the right
equipment
for the jobs
can you hear me doing
all the looping
yeah
me too
no way to know
unless i told you
how much
i
want
you
to
know
nthing
o
mch
u
just here to there
and
occasional
mis
spelling
the vast
the
to be feared
the
other side
the
any time
the
burning turning urging
never
the less
endless
the glow
always evolving
quest
here we go again!
oh at 50 are we
at
well
i know
it all matters
finally
a place
to
rest
my head
up to
no
good
why am i this way
no really
i know
navel gazing
star gazing
day lazing
whiskey grazing
endless mazing
it feels like
a way
i didn’t choose
this way
meaning: i didn’t mean to do YET ANOTHER SUPER MELANCHOLY SONG
but i did anyways!
good morning you
in the world
in the
what?
I have missed you
cold studio
and you
bold listener
I don’t want to have any rules
or not have any rules any more
and but
i don’t want to make the same thing again and again.
it’s a balance.
staying off balance maybe
may be
where it’s at
ok ok
here we are
ok
can’t make it be
can’t not make it
b
gotta wait and see
until then
brea
the
and
let’s
just
sigh
together
get thee
to the
church
fall through time
disconnect
between worlds
I both miss it and I don’t
being told
what God is
what i see
is
God vs. the world
now
sometimes
no
that’s bullshit
that’s what I see church seeing God as
_
pentagram
as in
not
wasted
nahmean
?
whatever
oh alas
we can’t use waves as metaphor
anymore
too close
to shore
no more
for sure
bor
ing
seems like the real thing
make a movie of it
I love playing these cello exercises
decided to post it warts and all so i can work on some other fun stuff
ok!
turn down
turn up
turn in
turn off
turn turn turn
to everything
sum of three
in thee
cathedral
2 much
2 do
2 true
gon
go
to
the
cath
e
dral
and pray
for you
been out here all day
in the gray
gonna stay
all my life away
can’t start
don’t stop
never want
to be perfect
if you are stoned
or just have the time
you might like this one
even better
cut it down
chop it up
who cares!?
i’m for everything and everyone
making way for having fun
make the rain run from the sun
triple your pleasure
answer to no one
make me a star lit from within
in the win
dow of your thought
with understated
heat
make me binge and twist
and wait
and weight
full
let me just say
an apology
let me just see
an apology
let me just be
oh i don’t know
i’m just sorry
for everyone
out a way
a way back
to go there
not get off track
oh my
this world
we share
laid bare
heart scrape the rust
colored dust
an empty room inside
buried in a hidden cabin
on an abandoned hillside
in a desolate ghost town
that place there
is there
oh to get out there and go
wishy wishy eenie meenie miney
a crawl across the day
twill i make a promise
for oh
sin
co-opted
in every thought
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could go on
could go in
the rendering
the splitting of time
if time can be split infinitely
then time infinite
thus universe infinitely expanding
thus all is infinite
all because
Time
maybe can be broken
snapped as it were
music shows us how
like a game
children being taught by nature
what’s it all about
what brings you here?
or back
or where
if you don’t like to linger a while
with hands in open position
why
sometimes i think it comes easy
take it for granted
the way it’s supposed to be
for me
and then
or always
there’s a bit more
to be done
to take easy and go
pick up the litter
polish the edges
give up the glitter
stop pretending
not mind race
and remember at the same time
it’s not for you
it’s not for you
or you
it’s for
me
not left behind
the last desire
let’s redefine it
again
waste a night
let it slip
and never regret
it
just a place to stow away
just a place to go
sleeping like a baby
in the loft
tossed
turned
make me write it down
later
now
cold crosses
glinting in the torch light
world ness
on stand by
there is this idea of a wall of sound especially just like a hundred lush cellos
and a pulsing pulse
like blood under skin
that i can’t quite capture
but try
