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The Saracens in Flight (Song/Poem/Guitar Idea)

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Sifting round for musical ideas.

Black sand shivers

Dog star glimmers

Sapphire silence

Subtle violence

The Saracens in flight

Lamps are burning

Sacred yearning

For the ending of the light

Bones are dancing turning engines

(Crystalline machinery)

Of the rite

The Saracens in flight

False so called is all this wisdom

True it never was a thing

Here beneath the ruined kingdom

Lay the bones of scarlet king

The Saracens in flight

For the aeon is upon us

At the crossroads

Of Lemuria and Kyuss

Rise o sleeprs from abodes

Join the chorus

Of the hawk-wind

Screeching cross this seabed dry

The Saracens in flight

Restored flesh

Infused with spirit

Fresh like dew

Without limit

Sands they drew

From the beginning

Set the leaning

Hour glass aright

The Saracens in flight

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Little Care (Poem)

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Trading tales

Out there

Where all else fails

Little care

She rests her head

On a shoulder

That’s long dead

Yeah she’s growing older

But still in circles

She wheels

The wreck through cycles

Bursts seals dance jigs and reels

Golden red

Sweet neck

Empty head

All hands on deck

To little care

Seaworthy

She’ll just stare

Too wordy

But just you wait

We’ll get there

Better then, yea better late

Silk hair

Paintbrush

Sketch a future

In tears and smiles

My suture

My little care whiles

My time away

Till

Skeletal

I’ve nothing to say

Be a scaffold

For burst roses

A tale that’s told

Forever

Of little care

That’ll never never

She’ll l just stare

Towards the horizon

My all my why

That the future lies on

Yea we’ll never die

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No Way To Last (Poem)

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Yea.

I’m constantly wired.

Yea.

I’m hardly tired.

Yea.

It’s hard to the nth degree.

Yea.

This stream so fierce so free.

Yea.

Watch it hurtle me.

Yea.

Blur is all I see.

Woah.

Electronic.

Woah.

Pornographic.

Woah.

Everywhere.

Woah.

At once here and there.

No.

There’s not time to flip the page.

No.

There’s no time to feel my age.

No.

There’s no time to kiss.

No.

There’s no love to miss.

Yea.

Love takes time and love takes distance.

Yea.

It’s not possible in an instance.

Yea.

Load me up.

Yea.

More espresso in the cup.

Yea.

Carry on!

Yea.

Past today till life is gone!

Woah.

The screens don’t slow.

Woah.

I’ve got to go.

Woah.

Watch the updates flow.

Woah.

All at once all in a row.

No.

No time to sing.

No.

No time to give a friend a ring.

No.

No little notes on her doorstep.

No.

No time to prep.

Yea.

It’s all at once.

Yea.

It’s all already here ya dunce.

Yea.

One exploding instance.

Yea.

Can’t tell it’s static when it’s moving fast.

Yea.

There’s no past.

Yea.

Don’t linger.

Yea.

This pace don’t make a singer.

Yea.

This is the way it’s gotta be.

Yea.

One direction that’s what I call free.

Yea.

Over the edge.

Yea.

Don’t compose an adage.

Yea.

Don’t compose at all.

Yea.

Just fall.

Yea.

Fall fast.

Yea.

There’s no way to last.

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Stumble Schmaltz (Song)

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Wasted days and golden rays of sunshine

When will I rise and tow the drowning line

Long blonde hair

Wicker chair

And

Summer wine

This malaise

The milieu

It won’t be fine

Wasted days and golden rays of sunshine

Dew is rollin by all the time

And

The crow it flies

And

The crow it lies

Dead upon the ground

I hear the sweet sound of Jenny’s laughter

All these pleasant things that we’ve been after

 

The browning in the sun

The warfare has begun

And

I’m getting on

As the days are growing long

 

Hours

Our

Hours

For miles

Of stinking pavements

And

dirty shoes

For miles

Of stinking pavements

And

Moody blues

 

Well now

Which path would you choose

I would ask the crow

He did not respond

He just laid there

And

His bones

They did sow

A recompense of sorts

He found his divination

In these cruel cruel desserts

 

Ah

Wasted days

Wasted days and golden rays of sunshine

When will I rise and tow the drowning line

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Collapse (SongPoem)

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i was waitin i was wishin for the floor to fall out from under me

i was waiting yea waitin just so as i could see

the pitch black sky and the the brilliant stars

come to swallow me

o girl o honey girl

did you ever feel

the way that the floor rest on aeons of decay

is it real

is it real

ist it all too real

and free

yea the way

o the way

that youre so far from me

even as

i touch your lips with mine

i am leaving you are leaving we are leaving

for it all

till the ceiling and the flooring

break apart and call

to phone in

yet another forever

puttin up their feet at the hospital of never

o o the way

that its so far from us

i was waitin i was wishin for the floor to fall out from under me

i was waiting yea waitin just so as i could see

the pitch black sky and the the brilliant stars

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Sweet Uncertainty (Violin, Voice, and Guitar)

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The mix and render was a touch rough but yea..here’s the lyrics

Ooooo oooo

Sweet uncertainty

Bring another gift to me

Ooooo ooooo

I am so loose

My wings

Angles obtuse

So rings

Sweet

 Yea sweeet

Yea my sweet

Uncertainty

 

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O Flower ~ (Poem – Song- Thing) w/Violin Woohoo – I still Can’t Sing

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Will probably put up an instrumental version cause the vocals are so ghastly. I kept them in mostly because the timing of this crap take was better than anything I could come up with this evening. I’m satisfied with the violin and can tolerate the guitar. I’m putting this steam of consciousness in because it’s what I do.

The driving rain
It fell into the
Well
Through the rock
That I broke
With
All I had to sell
For a cahnce
To catch
Heavens
Tears
Fill me up
With the awry years
Till I burst into the river
Till we all reach the sea

Percolating through the soil
Springing branches
And the dewdrops are braking through the rock
Little dewdrops are
Braking through the
Braking through the rock

Bursting through the soil
Blossom yet another canyon for forward
O dew
O flower

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O You River (Vocal/Guitar/Poem)

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The words again…

I am waiting for somebody to tell me

That they are doing something more than this

I am waiting for somebody to tell me

All about the the things that I am gonna miss

I am waiting for the wisdom of the middle way

Of those that muddled through

And have so much to say

To someone like me to someone so blue

Cause I just can’t be left blank left well alone

So fill me in

Tell me how I’m just a one note drone

If you play genie I’ll play Alladin

So please if you please

I am waiting for sombeody to tell me

Come on don’t tease

I am waiting to hear that you are doing something more than this

Tell me tell me

All about the thigns that I am gonna miss

Or maybe what you see

Is not so far from here

Maybe maybe

I am just too clear

O yea baby

Are you gonna teach

The Sea to sing

O you river

You’re the king?

Eh?

Ok…

OK

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Tacky Songs ‘n Revelations (Poem/Song)

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(Musical amateurism inspired by an abandoned tub I found as a feral boy in SC. )

 

O I dont know I have never seen the moon so bright.

O I dont know I have never felt the need to die except for…

In the presence of

In the presence of all these leaves

how they fell right here…right here…

What a strange…what a strange….what a strange…

Place…for a…for a wash….

And the leaves are gathering

And all the little bugs are dead

And the moon is shining through where there was a showerhead

..And the little white flowers and the little bit of moss

And the honesuckle dew

Yea

none of these thigns are

Quite as sweet as you

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Windowside Experiment 1.0 (Poem and Song)

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(Got the 12 String fixed…so I put together this little number. It’s 432 hz because I’m a dirty hippy.)

Wasted Days

And golden Rays

Of Sunshine

When will I rise

To tow the drowning line

Long blonde hair

Wicker Chair

And summer Wine

Such malaise the milieu

It won’t be fine

Just lay here in the dew

And look through you

Into a parallel light filter

All the possibilities akilter

Window Windowside

Hey there

Wanna Go for a ride

Splitting rainbows

Let’s see

What providence sows

Talk to me

Tell

Show

Well

On high on low

Elaborate

Through

Labyrinth of rain

Tracing drops

On the window pain

Light refracted

Past redacted

Yet you still know my name

You still know your windowside

The hours that came

The way they’d glide

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