On |
almost springground full of hopecruelest swing weather wore the ropebreathe in the dirt nowgasping for gracelaugh when it hurts and wash off your facepress onand another miles goneit's counting cause ...
Posted by on Thu, 19 Mar 2009 15:54:00 GMT |
version of a ghost |
hung up my soul when I saw..like a coat on the wall and the warmth leaves my body and my voice thin and tallcan't vacate the premiseor escape the nemesis ah but in absence of mind I'm a version of a g...
Posted by on Sun, 15 Mar 2009 21:01:00 GMT |
New Years Resolution |
My friend David Larring is responsible for this beautiful music. It moved me very much one day and out came this song. I knew a version of youvelvet presentation after a conversion or twominor alterat...
Posted by on Fri, 02 Jan 2009 19:17:00 GMT |
sojourn |
This was written with friends Eli and Byron a few years back. Good comfort in cold season.We're nearer whole my kindred soul such unexpected delightsto me you bring when with me singaway these wintery...
Posted by on Mon, 08 Dec 2008 14:00:00 GMT |
saved |
I recor ded this song with my frien d David Larri ng when he was last in town. He threw a loop toget her and grace d the track with his voice - which gave it added dimen sion I feel delig hted ...
Posted by on Sun, 26 Oct 2008 15:43:00 GMT |
brass bed |
Wrote this thinking of a dear friend mine and again thinking of my grandma mimi and then thinking of how we find center. This was the first one a bit inspired by Mimi. I unknowingly wrote it on her bi...
Posted by on Sat, 15 Nov 2008 22:07:00 GMT |
alright |
I recorded this today with sweet beautiful children crawling all over me, so it's not very perfect, but it should be sort of tripping over itself, like we do. That is after all, the point of the song....
Posted by on Thu, 13 Nov 2008 01:18:00 GMT |
balancing |
time alters its pace so the soul can't gauge one day its a sanguine slide then a melancholy cagehurried ahead and I fall behind not the same I'm shamed by some imagined measuring linebut capture my ey...
Posted by on Mon, 27 Oct 2008 11:48:00 GMT |
I forget (MADD--Mother’s Against Drunk Dating) |
He asked me to a show which I wanted to gobut he's someone that I barely knowfeeling sad cuz I never get outneeding something new to talk aboutdidn't take much to twist my armlittle fun couldn't do me...
Posted by on Sun, 26 Oct 2008 16:36:00 GMT |
View of the Sea |
This one starts with a line from a letter of my grandma's. It's about her great love, a pilot who went down the last flight, the last day of WW2. I imagine her dancing with the memory of him. I want a...
Posted by on Sun, 26 Oct 2008 16:33:00 GMT |
