I’ll take whatever, make me want it
I’ll take to it, whatever it is
miss me and miss me
a rare circle
a rare missed chance
wished into happening
miss me miss me
I’ll be in tonight
if you want to come around
I guess all the pain we wish to inflict upon ourselves will indeed be painful
make your way to the shore
make your way to the shore
make your way to the shore
in a word in a word you took it right out of my
I wouldn’t dare say
what I really really really really really
what I
your dreams, your needs, your between, between your between, in dream
cut and wittle and guess which one is the
answer oh my
make yourself at home in the cabin you built eh
live, echo, distortion, delay, lo-fi, southwest, south, cello, instrumental, build up, tension, expectation, change, transition, woods, battle,
around the roses
posies.
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
fang shweeeeeeee
water and time
I’ve been gone for tooooooo long. I’m so sorry and I’m missing “you”, wherever these go, YOU
where we go when we look over yonder
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
oh that happened
a few days ago?
whatever it’s just time
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
go ahead
whatever
we can run around and pretend we’re clever
you and me oh
number three oh
making me know
what I need to know
we can go ahead
whatever
we can run around and pretend we’d never
you and me oh
and number three oh
make deep lows
make neat
abstract, toy piano, weird, beats, polyrhythm, south, ritual, offbeat, odd, journey, exploration
oh that was oh that was oh that too was
ok I’ll take you up on
a moment or two of thought
and we can get together in there
and whatnot
rock a bye
into oblivion
or into
permission to
live again
xwordsx
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
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
well, yes it has been a little while.
it was good, actually, to take a break from even these, and kind of do the things i guess i do when up with my family and in northern california. lots of listening more than making noise maybe is the easiest way to put it.
let’s hope 2020 gets better than the shitshow it has started as!
and that’s why
i keep doing it
clearly!
good to get less
mess
i like the idea of playing with
not songs
not there at a ll
but want to maybe live inside one moment
for long enough
to make it not forget
able
wish i was closer to you
through
that
honestly
what can i say all
or none?
what can i say tho
me or thee
free or
want to
disappear
into shared space
with noone
i wish i was there
in an imaginary
northern california
barn
with imaginary
dancers
and endless
waves
a collision of real
and thought would
i’d probably fall into it
like a venetian canal
a real myth
i wish i was there
on an endless blues solo
forever
dark figured shadows
and fire
no where to feel
like a stranger
no doubt to go
out and out into the world
a repetition of pithy complaint
over and over again
makes beautiful lines
get grizzly
i want to have a ranch in albion
and fall apart with the fog
into the oblivion
but real
nevermind the silliness
nothin
necessarily transcendental
just a thing that can
happen
this way and that
how come we never
hang out together
hanging over the rails
spring forward
spread wings
in a day
all falls away
make a
way
in spring
someday
now
yesterday
the bees
will fly
high
on
what’s next
this year we call these things
reveries
where the music floats away
invisibly
a return
to re
verb
where i was born
cold morning wake up
inside a tailing verse
without words
sitting
somewhere
i am not
basking
not it
as in it
or is it
it
or is it
me
or this song
no
it
is
just
it
makah the cello go
boom
here we have
ukelele again
our friend ukelele
always getting after it
mr ukelele
ok, I have been making music everyday. and sometimes recording. just not sharing… ok? geez.
anyways, here’s one. I’ll eventually catch all these past ones and throw them in a box for you to sift through.
first breath
that was realized
as breath
today
when made this
thingy
recording with the studio door open. kind of nice
honestly today i really had to squeeze this one in. not busy, but i’m glad i did find the time. that’s what this is, time.
did i record this a few days ago?
maybe?
and what
it’s like a viking drunkly strumming alone
on a hill
in the late spring
why in this heat
hast to get overwhelmed
workin’ all the time it seems
not playin music out there
on the festival floor
whatever
who needs
i called this one scrimple
i don’t know what it is
the world is so strange
today
these days
how do we
just love eachother?
again?
oi.
can’t even write a blog post like a normal
it’s not like i’ve been watching game of thrones
or anything
