a timeline a wandering
amidst ourselves in the empty
pastures tended in a sage patience
unaware of every little bloom
the forgotten weeds make
a timeline a wandering
amidst ourselves in the empty
pastures tended in a sage patience
unaware of every little bloom
the forgotten weeds make
the only path forward
mine away sleep away time away
make your way to the shore
make your way to the shore
make your way to the shore
hmmmmm?
a full day to rue the day
I’ll see through you if you see through me and we’ll be free
wish which way you’d like to play
and go again another day
at various points or just one do we meet did we meet?
if sine waves many maybe
not parallel lives these
and the higher frequencies of us
and the lower frequencies of us
cross an invisible line
hopefully more
hopefully more
hopefully more
call for entry
rain and noise and rain and noise
it’s all noise yeah?
oh you don’t
really know me at all
oh you don’t really know
what you’re missing
a kissing
a blissing
a missed opportunity behold
oh you know you don’t know
you might wonder, where all the missing numbers go
into the ether here
why now do I find
a floating kind of island
it’s just where
I sit
though I am not aware
which makes me sad
I wish I were
there
then it can all be
what if “I” am invisible what if I can see right through I
also I decided to make ambient music
wherein
all is possible
on which line
is my trajectory
????
some time magic is music yeah
or is it like, sometime magic?
or is it like…?
into oblivion
or into
permission to
live again
xwordsx
choose your adventurer
so let’s just skip five? ok. whatever. who cares.
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.
playing piano and pretending I can play piano is one of my favorite things and maybe is the earliest that music became “my thing”… I remember having what I thought were (and were most definitely not) good sessions on my Grandpa’s yellow piano when I was pretty young… maybe six.
this is not that piano, but the feeling I got from recording these was similar.
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
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
nor anywhere in between
neither
filled and filled and filled
the horizon with a long shadow of longing
was
is a dream
all the same
no matter what
i say
to myself
i
must remember
i am you are me
never gonna
giver you upper
just get up and do it
no way to know
unless i told you
how much
i
want
you
to
know
always evolving