It’s been a long whale’s road of a time
It’s taken a lover’s eye to bat me off this bridge of mine
The northern kiss
Swept me up!
Before I was
Ham for the honey hawk
Oh, my hummingbird
I am flying home to you, tonight
Oh, when I smell the soil where you used to sleep
The meadow’s laughter echoes all of our memories
We prayed for Tuscany
We prayed for rain
We prayed the tulips
Would rise, again
And they did, well, of course they did.
We are flying home to you, tonight
We reached the end of our collective reverie
And sailed off the edge into the arms of a hollow virgin sea
And that sea
Coughed us up!
Our wings began to rot
Silence smirked,
But Heaven’s bedding waited for us at the dock
Inside the dark.

It’s been a long whale’s road of a time
It’s taken a lover’s eye to bat me off this bridge of mine
The northern kiss
Swept me up!
Before I was
Ham for the honey hawk
Oh, my hummingbird
I am flying home to you, tonight

I said I would get back to my roots…. about 2 months ago… but I’ve been really busy.  So this is my first attempt.  Used the same method of songwriting I did for all my early stuff, which felt so warm and awesome. :) Welp, here ya go, guys.  Hope you get something out of it, or just like it and stuff.

Just messing around.  Nothing too serious.  Wanted to make a melodic track
Keep quiet, keep quiet, keep quiet
Keep—keep—keep
I’ve got a sound in my throat
Ready to come out
I’ve got to tell him,
“No! No! No!”
But he’s breaking it all down
That sound!
I had a sound in my throat!
He just bubbled out
I think he went home
Eloped out of town
That sound!!
Keep quiet, keep quiet, keep quiet

Extended by more than 100%.  There are some clear verse/chorus segments, now, as well as a whole mess of new stuff.  All I did was make one more verse and one more chorus.  Everything after is new. Tried to turn this little swing-set into a full on park for you guys to play in.

Second installment of the Grandpa stories. Grandpa:  

God damn. There was a path, alright.. wide enough for the van. The four-wheel drivers had a hard time getting up there, but I made it, some way. We got way the hell, halfway up that mountain, and pulled off into this area. He said, “over here.” He used to ride his motorcycle up there, you know. He said there’s a beautiful cliff overhang up there where we can camp out. It’ll be real nice. Real thick woods, up there. We kind of wiggled through there, finally parked the damn thing—got out all our camping gear and everything, and sure enough, there was a beautiful, there was a ledge, almost flat, just about like this, that kinda hung over the side of the mountain, and you could see for… for a hundred miles. Just beautiful scenes, out there.

Oh, about ten thirty heard this thundering off in the distance.
Randy and I on the mountain…

Over there lightning doesn’t strike from up there down to the ground. Lightning strikes, for some crazy reason, it jumps from the ground up, 
and a lot of times it’s horizontal and goes like that.

It kept moving towards us, moving towards us
And Randy said, “Oh, relax, uncle. It’ll be fine, it’s not going here.” Then we heard this noise in the bushes back of us—this is all true—kind of a growling sound, you know. Heavy breathing, stuff like that, in the bushes. It was so thick you couldn’t see through ‘em, you know.
There was something there. Some animal. ‘Could have been a bear, ‘could ‘ave been a big bear, up there, ‘could have been a mountain lion, ‘could have been a moose, ‘could have been anything. And uh, i said, “Randy you sure you wan.. uhh… maybe we oughta get out of here. We got enough trouble with that dang system coming towards us, and we.. uhh.. got all that noise right there in the back of us, in the shrubs. You know?” 
And he says, “Don’t worry Uncle Vic. I’ve got my knife.” He pulled out a little old damn knife, a blade like this, wouldn’t cut hot butter, you know. I said, “Fuck this!”

Randy and I on the mountain
We saw all kinds of shit!
One night, it was about midnight, and we we loved it.  ’Cause the sky there is so clear, and the stars, it’s like you can just reach up there and pick ‘em like berries off of a tree.
And one night we were laying in the backyard, you know, in our—we just threw something out there—in our sleeping bags and we’d just watch the night sky.
No street lights or anything to, you know, just throw everything off. Man, they were, those comets or meteors came streaking across the sky like that from west to east! Little bit north-east, north east. I mean there was just, must have been hundreds of them! Big balls of fire! Red! Just up there, just kind of shootin’ across! I’ve never seen anything like it in all my life.
There was other things that happened, we saw, that would amaze you, i wish you could have seen.
….
It was great.
I’m going back to Brigham City, one day, just to visit. See if some of my friends are still there.

Pretty ill... trying to stay busy.
Bought some new stuff.  Utilizing them.

My neighbor is a violinist for the Austin Symphony.  He told me to stop playing my electric so loudly.  I don't own an amp, i play a classical.  So, after I assured him I'd be quiet, I wrote a song telling myself to please, continue to be quiet.  This city isn't large enough for all our sounds.

Keep quiet, Keep quiet Keep, keep, keep I've got a sound in my throat Ready to come out I've got to tell him, "No! No! No!" But he's breaking it all down       That sound!

Obsessed with the beach and ocean, right now.  Gaby always has some great pictures of my favorite part of our Earth.
(Don't mind the photo.  I was just trying to grow a mustache which is apparently impossible if you possess the blood of a Cherokee)

 

I love the sea
I love the trees
and I love the sky
I love the way her moods impress themselves upon me
And I love the fact that I'm still breathing
Oh! 
DOOOOOOOO

When I get up
Well I go down
Get right side up and float around
When I get high
Well I get low
Below the frequencies I know all too well
I close my eyes to carry on
Tarry on time between the rhythm and the waves
Squeeze my lips and slip away again
There's a soft spot in these beats for me.
DOOOOOOOO

I loved michellehebert's wolf painting so I thought I'd run with it. (Cleared up the echo so hopefully the lyrics are discernible, now)

Not one, but two
climbed out of the blue
These shadow abstractions 
leaped into view—
Placed their thoughts
Outside of their heads
I saw them do it, too
I saw them howl at the moon
I saw them take down the noose 
I saw them break all the rules 
I saw them howl at the moon
I heard them on the radio
I heard them in my sleep
I heard them all arpeggio
and climb up those wavy peaks
From their notes sung bountiful below
They climbed higher and higher
Until they kissed the forming snow
I saw them howl at the moon
I saw them nest in the gloom
I saw them live off their tunes
I saw them howl at the moon

Wrote first part in the afternoon when I was coming down from a Luby's feast--Second part when the food had settled and I was relaxed.  I'm a manic dude.  I don't know much about cleaning up audio, so I epically failed at getting his voice clean through, but at least his tired inflections are still there? Yeah?

Me: Will you tell that story again?
Grandpa:  Which one?
Me: The one about you going into the trance.
Grandpa: Yeah! Well, it was... I was... my body was just--I had no control over it.  I was just… still.   And I didn’t want to go—I was in sort of a weird thing, and all of a sudden, through my eyelids, beautiful colors came up.
“I had three visions.  First two I’m not going to tell you about ‘cause they’re religious.. okay?”
Me: Okay.
Grandpa: “But the third one, I was in the desert.  In Egypt, I guess.  I was floating down these stairs, and I see these antique vAAses.. vases.. huge vases you know with the hand paintings, colorings on ‘em on both sides, and before I ended the thing—way down there— everything *choo*.. went away.
“Then I kind of snapped out of it and woke up. It was real weird, I had never had anything like that before.” 

Recorded with a banana maraca, an acoustic guitar, a piano, and some cello.  My mother just moved back to Texas, and she had my old didjeridoos and weird instruments.  Unfortunatley, I left my didjeridoos at her house, so, alas, I'll have to write something else to incorporate those bad boys in. However, I did manage to grab my maraca disguised as a banana.  So freaking excited to have my stuff back.  

! e n j o y !

Was she dreaming? 
Or was she The Dream? 
She was a cat caught in cattle
when spiraling moon beams 
Waltzed on top her naked dome.  
She fought a black hole,
and the black hole won 
Goodbye, my love.
I see you've gone home.
My soul mimicked my lover's collapse 
My mind is a system of severed synapse  
I swallowed moons; grew largely morose 
I ate the date before its metamorphosis 
I'm alone with Alone and Alone is alone 
With the root of an oak budding out of my I

Wanted to try to make something that felt like waking up amidst tumult and disorder only to finally feel the calm wash over at the end. The subject itself finds solace and independence from the previous 4 minutes of surfacing awareness leading to manic pressure, and, at the very end, laughter! Joy! Calm! 

No words, no real story, just feeling.  Hopefully I was able to create that sort of tension and release.