Description : Roll with the punches. its simple and direct,
gears know how to redirect force properly,
Description : Churning and cutting a path to nowhere, given color and form by the surroundings it has destroyed. Paying lip service to the skies, my personal landlocked hurricane, quietly making its way to where no one can see. Turning itself inside and out. Whiling and whirling away in the throes of night.
Description : Winds buzzing the tower in a capricious flyby, metachronal waves scurrying through the reeds.
The surface of a lake soon returns to normalcy, as do the fronds. Ephemeral as its form, is its effect. It takes a storm to do anything more than make the flora perform a fleeting dance.
Description : Creature of habit, every book they could write has the same first page.
Description : select your alter ego
Description : rev up the saws
Description : get in a scrap
good for the soul
Description : you ever want something you don't want?
Description : be stoic
they expect nothing less
you have given them nothing less
hold your own banner ffs
Description : ready in a flash
couple pulls like the yank of a starter cord
Description : messing around with some voices
Description : its about going from where you are to where you wanna be
its about a saint ive been graced with knowing
shes seen more pain than any soul i know, and yet she urges on and teaches, she is beauty personified, in every sense
Lee, this is to you.
Description : tried to deviate from my typical methods,
you have to make the changes you want to see
its a world where wanting aint enough
is it a dirge or a commemoration?
depends on how your schema reacts, really
Description : beat i made a while back, piano and bass with a drumkit
because i always take the long way.
its tough to watch your peers pass you in a flash,
but comeback kids are our faves
we can all buy into that story
we can rubberband even harder
just push on against the stream, youll tire and die or get through, both ways your fight ends eventually
I tried to make the chorus melody stand out, and have the meter build up to its dropoff in tempo but upswing in pitch
Description : had a rare vocal sample so i chopped and screwed it till it fit,
the guitars are her chorus, sympathetic but opposite, one laments while the other strives.
sad, how familiar that is to me.
never had what id call a bad trip though, just weird ones
Description : just one piano, upbeat but sorta jaded, a healthier breed of optimism
an older voice to a younger one, guiding and protecting, i always imagine lyrics to the melodies to give myself a more natural instrumentation
you are never truly alone
Description : the sound of my home, on the gulf,
gypsy bards gotta flap hard to stay with daughters of the sun
Description : its intoxicating to live in only passive possibility, strolling through the aisles humming to ourselves.
this is an ode to wondering what its like on the other side of the glass,
we love to window shop at these times, visit new ideas and ideals, change the vibe, its the silver lining to the state.
Description : simple little motive, been having to deal with rl shit and needed to get back to work. starting up the forge again.
the power and bravado she lends is incredible,
when shes only a blinded touch, she runs me wholly,
but upon sight she becomes a monster.
seen Mama?
perfect example,
put the f-ing glasses on.
Description : square/sine guitar and drumkit
a premonition of the unwilling visits that were to come it seems
unstoppable force led me here
borne of my own will,
i wished id wake up somewhere else,
but i ended up back here,
not home.
That intake has seen me a few too many times.
Description : everybody panics when the walls fail
Description : in the dead of night
almost as if she were gliding across its surface
we followed her by oar out into the fog
by light of lantern and torch we watched her run aground
was the only sound we heard the ride out and back
oarsmen heaving silently throughout
Description : a song meant for someone i treasured very much, life takes its turns, and we have to adapt to survive, but its always nice to remember the near violent passion you once shared. one that shaped your being, its a challenging memory, but impossible to forget. Guitar wasp tama and sakura.
Description : Even with covering fire from the garden, one steps on his(?) words, and still manages to make a fool of himself. Both got that bead drawn on the balcony, neither quite hitting the mark. A face and a voice too disparate. Swaying to borrowed words like a mantra.
redux of stray but fleshed out as per the original notes
Description : snow and rain fight it out in split custody, a bittersweet month, winter dies a short time before spring shakily reaches up with a howling yawn, the fleeting twilight hours between seasons,
the myriad snowflakes expiring even before landfall, like tired little astronauts breaking up on re-entry
