sometimes I rely on trickery to trickerme to do these
sometimes even music isn’t really anything at all
sometimes
even
I don’t write
sometimes I rely on trickery to trickerme to do these
sometimes even music isn’t really anything at all
sometimes
even
I don’t write
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
I do, I do
I never quite see
it’s not that I’m wrong or that it’s wrong
and it also is
on both
it’s that I’m blinded by
sorry to say
it’s just fear, really pure fear
could just fall into a song for a minute maybe more
not even a song really
not even falling
oh lawd
please drown me in
nothing space
backwards time
a wondrous face
a wonder a blunder
my usual my usual
oh ok why not just siiiing
or forget forgot how to sing
and go
morning
thoughts of you thoughts of you
go
let go
thinky
oh it’s evening
music please
let go
thinky
save that
save me save we save three
you drop down upon me
and let it go
in terms of spatial awareness
that is all
I fantastically arranged you here
right there
on the tip of my tongue
more than words
more than hearing
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
a momentary
mind free
absenced
wilded out
invisible
who
who care
abstract, beats, eastsouth, weird, wild, pink piano, orgasm anecdote, she misses me, distraught, worthless, invisible, pervert, instrumental, music, animal, no touch, no feel,
pull it down off the shelf
give it the love it deserves
each note
thrum
each note
thrum
let it remember
you played it
go
where you wan tand
bring a memory of me
take it there and
plant your seed
wise yes you
not me, oh
baby blue
I bleed, this needy coil, weathered and foiled, I got tangle d
less in thought than word
and you never heard
any of it
at all
go ahead and take it
this mute call
a cost, to care,
to be willing to be fair
to be in the midst of the wherever
whenever
mist must make lust disappear
a cross in weird wary eyes
a lost bear hypnotized
well, late start, eighth start, eight years.
I want to make music forever
it’s the only thing I do that even I can’t critique and tear apart
I wish for
shorter pieces, more honestly, less try, more love
for you and for me
amen and whoopee
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
so hard to know I’ll be gne
for a few days
whatever we make of whatever we make of whatever
hey look, I’m sorry
hey,
I should have told you
I was going to
bliss you out.
I should have not
wanted
any of this.
fang shweeeeeeee
wander around and around and around and I miss you I just do I just miss you I just do
even tide, wild and wide
do they?
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
water and time
I’ve been gone for tooooooo long. I’m so sorry and I’m missing “you”, wherever these go, YOU
who knows where the next owl flies
look right, look left, look again
on and into and over fallen logs
to find a friend
any time really
cover ground oh yeah,
cover sound
and we were lost in the desert
yes
with west in the chest
and a blessed
crunch underneath each step
four six at a time
lost in it
this rhythm
want to leap around and dance around and go around
this is it this is it
miss your wistful wish it’s like psshhhh
you turn towards the sound
around and around
where we go when we look over yonder
making things work under the surface
an accident on the wildest breeze
where you met me oh I
would like to ask please
who I was then oh
who you saw
oh
birth day
oh well
swell
run the day backwards ok? and let’s get to THAT moment whenever years past
maybe I’ll jus wander around forever
I alone am in the zone
oh that happened
a few days ago?
whatever it’s just time
on which line
is my trajectory
????
where ideas go to get forgot
or where we just put all pocket lint
or what we made from the shadows
in an aery realm
looking over all and saying
ha
in the antique store
post christmas
a bell and a bamboo
fm cam 1989
carved into the side
in a wide wide field
in a tried true position
kneeled in air
I just think of this hall
old hall
ancient hall
filled with
jubilance
a place we used to go
together and together and
forever
whoa oh
copilot on here
planet
rocks and wind
between here and radio nowhere
from beginning to end
friend
draw these lines
maybe I can just like cheeeeeerlead
weirdly
turn the block and everyone can
heeeeearrrme