(Source: ninestoriesss, via dcmbrskies-deactivated20101212)
Featuring the lovely Michael White, stroking my omnichord!
I would feel much better,
if I thought there were some other reasons,
to keep my face outta the dirt.
That’s what you call a river,
it keeps on flowing, and flowing,
and then it crowds around your brain,
sculpting out whistling water statutes until,
finally,
every word has colour.
I remember when,
I could remember when,
I remembered them.
I hope you haven’t missed me!
Well, that’s untrue, because I think in a little way, everybody wants to be missed, if not excruciatingly, then at least enough for thought.
I’ve been recreating! As the antithesis to this tumblr, I’ve been writing and setting up a homestudio in my bedroom/the park for the next two months!
Nearing completion, I will post some photos and some brand new tracks!
I know that I’ve been gone for so long, but I think it’s time that I be coming back!
Califone
Califone
Califone
Califone
Califone
Califone
Califone
Califone
Califone
Califone
Califone
Califone
Califone
Califone
Califone
And I wrote this song a few nights ago,
well, I don’t know if you can call what I do writing,
And I recorded this song a few nights ago.
I’ve decided today that I enjoy it!
If you could just see your arms and legs and feet,
and that little spot beneath your ear,
that gets sweaty when it’s hot outside,
no one minds, no one minds,
because your eyes give little bribes,
they tell little lies!
Pathammavong
This is the closest I’m coming to remembering it!
It’s time to dust off my cassette player!