oh that happened
a few days ago?
whatever it’s just time
oh that happened
a few days ago?
whatever it’s just time
it’s just really just you just making you do you as well as you can and
what a fucking world
a secret perhaps
a dream of twins
latent wild
fire
on the tip of everything’s tongue
it’s the only way to win!
once there
running the dune
just a break between here and there
maybe the big break
that one moment
or any other
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
oh you know
we need a miracle
we need a hero
we need a story
so here we go round and round and
i think we might
have known each other before
and also these other cycles are all just coinciding
is it my fault?
when you walk in like
unstoppably
why not call
which is what it feels like
here
where i am now
ok
and warm
and safe
and grateful
and lucky
and able to make music
what a life
what a life i say!
what a life!
and again
and again
and again
to breathe
and that
we are like
eachother
and in this
together and
it is scary
right?
and exhilarating?
we going to make it
we going to make it all the way
from the path
from the pull up down
of a vibrating note
a vibrating string
everything builds into this
evening
monstrous wave
come
break ing
and
entering
in my
boring day
push me
through until
against the
very air
and go on and go
far
and go
for it
and go go
grow grow
sometimes i make these and
i’m surprised that
a certain amount of
emotion comes out
that might seem
like bullshit but
sometimes these are not that emotional and
i don’t know how i feel and
i make them and i feel something
and i guess that’s why i do them
is a dream
all the same
take the next one
i love
and thus
i renounce
hate
oh oh oh
whoa whoa whoa
my baby my baby
oh woa
love
but not
when can we have
the big parade
?
_
pentagram
whatever
and the winter is upon us
quiet down now
sleepy head
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
hanging on
holding
oh yeah
HANGING ON BY A THREAD
whatever
just
threads
connect ing
less
than breath
in unity
pushed or
forged
or forgotten
we go
off
here’s some cello action
for ya
here’s some
time
in the form of
harmonies
for ya
this song is a bit more, er, aggressive. here are some tamped punkish chamber cellos.
two cellos playing a pretty line, hard panned left and right gives it that floaty feeling
gets lit
I want to be cinematic. All my cinematic attempts lately veer so hard towards the melancholic. I blame cello.