oh ok
let’s all just sum it all up shall we
no chance
a desperate love
a desperate love
a desperate need to love
oh ok
let’s all just sum it all up shall we
no chance
a desperate love
a desperate love
a desperate need to love
let’s go back and do it again
a wonderful time of the most for
dot dot dot
oooooooh let’s put words on
dance aroundy around
clamber aboutsy
no roooooooom
better left
it’s the mona lisa
I guess that’s the nature of the game, man
maybe we can talk about it sometime
while holding eachother
nothing like
scrape off
oooolllld
if you feel frompy
come and jomp me
womp womp
sometimes I rely on trickery to trickerme to do these
sometimes even music isn’t really anything at all
sometimes
even
I don’t write
at various points or just one do we meet did we meet?
if sine waves many maybe
not parallel lives these
and the higher frequencies of us
and the lower frequencies of us
cross an invisible line
hopefully more
hopefully more
hopefully more
I do, I do
I never quite see
it’s not that I’m wrong or that it’s wrong
and it also is
on both
it’s that I’m blinded by
sorry to say
it’s just fear, really pure fear
could just fall into a song for a minute maybe more
not even a song really
not even falling
and go
morning
thoughts of you thoughts of you
go
let go
thinky
oh it’s evening
music please
let go
thinky
save that
save me save we save three
you drop down upon me
and let it go
in terms of spatial awareness
that is all
I fantastically arranged you here
right there
on the tip of my tongue
more than words
more than hearing
oh you don’t
really know me at all
oh you don’t really know
what you’re missing
a kissing
a blissing
a missed opportunity behold
oh you know you don’t know
a momentary
mind free
absenced
wilded out
invisible
who
who care
abstract, beats, eastsouth, weird, wild, pink piano, orgasm anecdote, she misses me, distraught, worthless, invisible, pervert, instrumental, music, animal, no touch, no feel,
pull it down off the shelf
give it the love it deserves
each note
thrum
each note
thrum
let it remember
you played it
a cost, to care,
to be willing to be fair
to be in the midst of the wherever
whenever
mist must make lust disappear
a cross in weird wary eyes
a lost bear hypnotized
well, late start, eighth start, eight years.
I want to make music forever
it’s the only thing I do that even I can’t critique and tear apart
I wish for
shorter pieces, more honestly, less try, more love
for you and for me
amen and whoopee
you might wonder, where all the missing numbers go
into the ether here
why now do I find
a floating kind of island
it’s just where
I sit
though I am not aware
which makes me sad
I wish I were
there
so hard to know I’ll be gne
for a few days
whatever we make of whatever we make of whatever
fang shweeeeeeee
wander around and around and around and I miss you I just do I just miss you I just do
even tide, wild and wide
do they?
then it can all be
what if “I” am invisible what if I can see right through I
also I decided to make ambient music
water and time
my life is a practice room
one big long
practice room
hi there.
yes it has
been a while
I’m kind of, I don’t know, you know?
want to leap around and dance around and go around
this is it this is it
miss your wistful wish it’s like psshhhh
you turn towards the sound
around and around
making things work under the surface
an accident on the wildest breeze
where you met me oh I
would like to ask please
who I was then oh
who you saw
oh
birth day
oh well
swell
run the day backwards ok? and let’s get to THAT moment whenever years past
maybe I’ll jus wander around forever
in an aery realm
looking over all and saying
ha
in a wide wide field
in a tried true position
kneeled in air
I just think of this hall
old hall
ancient hall
filled with
jubilance
where we used to walk
where I walked just today
and the sages are green again
and their scent is just time trapped in dust
and they are both different
each different the rain different the morning different
but the same
a place we used to go
together and together and
forever
whoa oh
copilot on here
planet
rocks and wind
between here and radio nowhere
from beginning to end
friend
draw these lines
maybe I can just like cheeeeeerlead
weirdly
turn the block and everyone can
heeeeearrrme
go ahead
whatever
we can run around and pretend we’re clever
you and me oh
number three oh
making me know
what I need to know
we can go ahead
whatever
we can run around and pretend we’d never
you and me oh
and number three oh
make deep lows
make neat
abstract, toy piano, weird, beats, polyrhythm, south, ritual, offbeat, odd, journey, exploration
oh that was oh that was oh that too was
I wonder if this will be the last revery of this year. it seems likely. Hasn’t been an easy year, hasn’t been easy to keep up, to get in a rhythm. This one I’m doing in the morning, very strange. But it has been amazing to make and share and I am not tired at all of creating these.
here we are my friend I’ll sing you an old song