Collapse (SongPoem)


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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2012 Wine, New Laptop, Some Japan Trivia, and a Tune (Vlog)

 


Odds and ends ranging from a discussion of a new bit of gear that has that old bit of Malware called Windows installed. Why I’m probably going to use it for at least a year despite the excellence of the Linux desktop environment. And then I literally do a song and dance. Minus the dance. Unless you count my justifying of my heretical OS decision to be a sort of dance. Which it is. In which case. The protestants are right you know… Dancing leads to hell.


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Sweet Uncertainty (Violin, Voice, and Guitar)


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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Ever Forward (Guitar/Violin Bminorish)


Rejoice for I have spared you my caterwauling. It’s purely instrumental caterwauling tonight. Having the damnedst time trying to gather my time into neat enough bundles to bring a decent soup to a boil. Mayhaps this coming week will yield heartier fare. Carry on.


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


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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Tacky Songs ‘n Revelations (Poem/Song)


(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)

(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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Wispy, Waify, and Wild (Poem)


She was just a dream

I guess that is my nightmare

All these sorts of things

They always interrupt me

This is why I stare

O so very blankly

As the hand ascends

And drops down

O so very slowly

Nothing ever ends

Wispy, waify, and wild


Note: For those who listened…I know it’s rough. These are actually just voice memos I make for myself so I remember the gist of vocal melodies (so called) that I make up. But…IMO (and I suppose I’m biased) they have a certain raw quality that I like. So I guess the point of this note is (1) gimmee a break, (2) give yourself a break and publish something! Cheers.


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Saturday Morning Jam

This Saturday morning has me thrilled with possibilities. So i tried to capture that in a little jam session on guitar.


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