Year: 2010

Adam Had This Idea

Adam had this idea after we bought
our guitars on the beach
to do a record called
Music From Dave’s Couch.
We would release it only on vinyl.
Maybe only press 14 copies.
Now, Adam had never seen my couch
when he suggested all this.
He just knew we could make
a perfect cult record
from a couch.

The line between cult
and not cult
(to me)
is always blurry.
People need a life system.
They want to feel plugged in but look tuned out.
“Music From Dave’s Couch” would play into that.
Your own private show.
With Adam and Dave.
From a couch.

An interaction between 2 artists.
Unfiltered. Unobstructed. Recorded.
I might – might – even use my real name,
b/c sometimes it’s about yourself,
not your selves.
Sometimes you need to cut your selfloose,
cut all the baggage,
and just record a record.
With a friend.
From a couch.

[I will jump a train anytime I can
Maybe one will take me home]

What Friends Were

a twistytrack nod to the wombats’ “moving to new york” and how real friends forgive.
i wrote it after living on the internet.

the past slides down a bottomless wall
over miles upon miles of one-way calls
man, it’s been years
since that open-arm town.

if you knew who your friends were
you wouldn’t go back.
there’s just no way
you would ever say that
friends like those would ever take you back.

in ninety four you swore you wrote the code
and you and me we chose to give up all control.
now we can never be invisible
or keep floodlights off our fears.

if you knew who
your friends were
you would never go back.

if you knew who your friends were
you wouldn’t go back.
there’s just no way
you would ever say that
friends like those would ever take you back.

Dream State: Ruby’s, Totonno’s, Coney Island

Save Ruby’s.
pics from saturday’s rallyparty for Ruby’s Bar and a side-trip to Totonno’s. Capped by a glimpse, from the windows of an elevated north-bound F-Train, of a bride and groom in a post wedding stroll by The Cyclone.

I’d like to send this one out for Lou and Rachel
And the Lord appeared and he has one made of two
Coney Island baby
Man, I swear, I’d give the whole thing up for you

– Lou Reed, “Coney Island Baby”

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Eff It Up

stuff heard through the walls and vents. muffled, but clear enough.

(he said)
“I’ve given half my life
For the common good
And I’ve given away the rest
the best of me

everybody owns me
but nobody runs me
So now I get to be
the bitch of your worst dreams”

(she said)
“I gave all my life
Just to be with you
Here’s everything you need
And what do you do?

You effed it up
Like you always do
You effed it up
Don’t worry it’s no use
You just eff it up
Like you always do”

(all together now)
“You eff it up
Like you always do
Eff it up
Don’t worry it’s no use
You just eff it up
Like you always do”

Beautiful Blur

this song was inspired by a night at pinky masters bar, savannah, ga. the jukebox was connected to the master blaster so it found us brandy by the looking glass and then walking on a dream by empire of the sun. nights that never end are still never enough time, tho.

Hello from the road
I got a thousand miles to go
Last night, we made a beautiful blur
You set me free

You and I never get enough
Time to make
More than a beautiful blur

Last night under the stars
Your words whippin’ like wind around a car
We had nothing to lose
Except time

Hello from the road
It’s a favorite song
Hey Savannah, yeah play it one more time
Set me free

You and I never get enough
Time to make
More than a beautiful blur

Idle Words


An old song that felt like now.
Recorded with a band for the first time this week.

Sittin down with my friend
Strumming those same three chords
Don’t it make no words sound like so much more
There’s just nothing new to say when everything is
Falling apart

Idle words float on by

There’s too many times I can’t begin to say
I’m on the verge of something big it just blows away
Into idle words

Ideas cloud my head
I can’t sort through
Here comes one more song written about you
‘cause every time I turn around these chords
They turn into…

Idle words floating by they bring me down down down

There’s too many times I can’t begin to say
I’m on the verge of something big it just blows away
Into idle words

November 1989, August 2009
Westy and Jerry Reflector

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pulled from drowning in sterling’s garden water bowl.
seemed grateful. spent the night…
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Just Like Midnight

hey, old friend.

It’s always midnight
Somewhere else in the world
It’s always midnight
In a place that only lives for today

I know it ain’t right
The way our world ends tonight
But there’s nowhere to go
When you never ever never…never ever know
More than midnight

It’s always midnight
To someone without shelter
It’s always midnight
To a man with no sense of tomorrow

When you only know daylight of a lover’s life
You never get the daybreak, never see the heartache, never sleep off the fights
You never get more than midnight

Well, if you believe in fate, you cannot live in fear
Because nothing then is unknown
All your choices lead to here

So let’s make a toast to love
But also to the conflicted life
Because struggle makes love deeper
And brings real friends to light
Just like midnight
Just like midnight

February 2010

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