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
in which the clay rubs off on the skin
forever
a friction and a lack of friction what
a shape a lack of shape
what
oh that happened
a few days ago?
whatever it’s just time
where ideas go to get forgot
or where we just put all pocket lint
or what we made from the shadows
in the antique store
post christmas
a bell and a bamboo
fm cam 1989
carved into the side
where we used to walk
where I walked just today
and the sages are green again
and their scent is just time trapped in dust
and they are both different
each different the rain different the morning different
but the same
a place we used to go
together and together and
forever
whoa oh
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
in the midst of my life
ok I’ll take you up on
a moment or two of thought
and we can get together in there
and whatnot
a push into pushing and pushing into air and that’s all music is really
you must learn the ways
why don’t you?
oh yah oh yah
everybody’s got their life goin
oh yeah oh ya
but me
making music for
no reason!
hey hey so
wherever you go
there I go (if you like)
know
that.
in loving ways in wandering ways
I lost you then I’ll never lose
again
hey everyone
be careful
out there
cross into sleep
with me
these dreams these dreams take
form
I’m behind I’m behind the times!
through the darkest hour
oh to push through the ceiling and reclaim the where we are
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?
at all
oh oh oh
woah uh oh oh oh oh
if i do if i do if i do
i will be true i will be true
i will be there i will be there i will be there
again and again and again and again
i don’t know man it just
gets weird sometimes
woman
man
between
dam
disintegrate into
whatever happens to
influence you
sometimes it makes sense that’s where i’ve been going my whole life
who knew this
would all rise like the skin of the earth
had a dream about
pulling the old bulbs out of a
dead chandelier in my
best friend’s house
they were packing up
moving out
go away
to there
love on
love off
keep yr engine runnin
that is the prognostication
want to hear a dirty joke?
the pig fell in the mud
no matter what
i say
to myself
i
must remember
i am you are me
never gonna
giver you upper
barely noticeable
there
shivery
coming up
on 100
billion
songs
no one will ever hear
what better way than
to make music
than
to fix all the world’s problems
…
right?
who is going to
save you
when you are
running
from the
bad wind
that you
know you
should fight
go play
nthing
o
mch
u
just here to there
and
occasional
mis
spelling
iron like fire
and burn
to be
turned
red
let the stoker
sit
inside a while
let things unfold
and if you are hurting
then
let that
unfold
quest
I don’t know why I make such moody music all the time
it’s not really a reflection of anything in me per se
it’s not really a reflection
also i took a break
yay for breaks!
playing in the studio tonight, didn’t think i had much in me, and i didn’t, just stood here, looking for things to bang on. and so so so it goes that you put some room reverb on and a broken guitar and all the sudden it’s the blues. which is great.
sweet
16
as in
not
wasted
nahmean
?
new cabal
under rate
cordoned off
inspirate
respirate
