At the World's Edge
Where weather is born
She reached through the dense fabric
Left a fingernail in my spine
A relentless cold sweat
As the nail melts slowly
She scries the Arctic tundra
A Russian folk song on her lips
Wednesday, April 3, 2013
Thursday, November 1, 2012
I Remember When
I couldn't write a song.
And now the music is everywhere and in everything.
If I stop and listen to the world long enough a new tune is born.
I have more work ahead of me than I could possibly imagine.
And it doesn't feel like work. Ever.
It feels like being alive.
Finally.
And now the music is everywhere and in everything.
If I stop and listen to the world long enough a new tune is born.
I have more work ahead of me than I could possibly imagine.
And it doesn't feel like work. Ever.
It feels like being alive.
Finally.
Wednesday, October 17, 2012
I swear, man.
People, my people specifically are much more interested in talking about the fact that I make music rather than checking it out.
Well any of my work really but mainly the music.
I mean, I don't care what other people think, trust that ain't it.
It's the lack of sincerity.
Like "Oooh you're a musician? What style? Link me to your shit!"
Why, so you can not listen to it like everyone else and their Mom is doing?
This is what I mean about blowing smoke, man.
You ain't gotta spew nothing at me. Cause I ride around all day bumping my shit with a big smile on my face.
What did you think this is?
People, my people specifically are much more interested in talking about the fact that I make music rather than checking it out.
Well any of my work really but mainly the music.
I mean, I don't care what other people think, trust that ain't it.
It's the lack of sincerity.
Like "Oooh you're a musician? What style? Link me to your shit!"
Why, so you can not listen to it like everyone else and their Mom is doing?
This is what I mean about blowing smoke, man.
You ain't gotta spew nothing at me. Cause I ride around all day bumping my shit with a big smile on my face.
What did you think this is?
Wednesday, October 10, 2012
Loser-Ship
Loser-ship is like a stink that doesn’t wash off.
You can hide behind fancy clothes, a nice hat, tattoos and sunglasses but wherever you go and whatever you do that big old monster is always poking its head.
As obvious as a turned out pocket.
You can hide behind fancy clothes, a nice hat, tattoos and sunglasses but wherever you go and whatever you do that big old monster is always poking its head.
As obvious as a turned out pocket.
Monday, September 24, 2012
Friday, September 14, 2012
I remember when
I didn't know what I needed to know.
And it ain't even that.
It's the "What is it that I need to know to UNDERSTAND what I need to know!'
Feel me?
Do you remember that?
Because I never stop feeling that way.
And it ain't even that.
It's the "What is it that I need to know to UNDERSTAND what I need to know!'
Feel me?
Do you remember that?
Because I never stop feeling that way.
Sunday, September 9, 2012
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