Castanets Music Video |
Hello friends,I recently completed a music video along with director Ivonne Loyola for the band Castanets from Brooklyn, NY.The video is for the song "A Song is not the Song of the World" from their 2...
Posted by on Sun, 28 Jan 2007 23:21:00 GMT |
A Blade of Grass Always Finds Its Way Back |
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Chance in a blast, a thousand hands shielding us from revolution.Lives blessed by true love looming in a world set precariously on edge.
But the stopwatch starts to stick and click,And you th...
Posted by on Sat, 03 Dec 2005 23:00:00 GMT |
Sunfire Sunday |
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false alarm, theres a cog in the clockworka coward called, he's haunting the apartmentcoasting on coattails, crayfish nip at your toenailsan astronaut fell to earth and named the pavementgrad...
Posted by on Tue, 23 Aug 2005 13:41:00 GMT |
Lapham Happiness |
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they tore down an eyesore in less than an hourthe dust rose like the eye of god into a chemical flowerthat broken space became a beautiful terrain
slowly glowing our exposed shouldersswelled ...
Posted by on Wed, 17 Aug 2005 22:37:00 GMT |
Sleepwalker |
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we talked until exhaustion, my hive of worker beesearning stripes and dollar signs, deliver this dose of caffeinewe pour port across the hardwood til we've run out of steam
shes relinquished ...
Posted by on Tue, 19 Jul 2005 22:41:00 GMT |
Anchors Away (Junebug) |
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in the dryclean tumbleweeds a junebug crawls beneath my feeti'm hammering out this adultery and dreaming of a last night squeezecaught up with a drama queen, royal smoke and too tight jeansju...
Posted by on Mon, 06 Jun 2005 16:49:00 GMT |
Oliver's Arsenal |
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to all my heroes in the pound, lay downrest yr weary bones, maybe have a smokehere have a shoulder, you've never looked better (i swear)
the worried bronze response to bombshell blondesit's b...
Posted by on Sun, 05 Jun 2005 16:44:00 GMT |
Bill's Dirt Band |
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McCarren park after dark, a candy apple for a heart
home runs fly in a chrysler sky
television snow and raincheck smuggled in your throat
the window shops have all been closed
bett...
Posted by on Thu, 31 Mar 2005 16:49:00 GMT |
Ginger, Gypsy, Forget Me Not |
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a fingerprint in wax, a smudge on the glass
wash the floor with stubborn lungs, hot rods racing naked tongues
thanks, that's enough
well i'm through fucking around, let the wedding be...
Posted by on Wed, 30 Mar 2005 12:32:00 GMT |
Golden Rose |
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doorbell days
the clean white linens across the way
the air was blinding and cool
winds of change
underpass castles built bottle by bottle by bottle
like a palm read by a fool
c...
Posted by on Fri, 04 Mar 2005 13:33:00 GMT |
