../melody in chaos
First new track in a while spilled out today, on the heels of my first couple weeks flying solo here in NYC (Cat’s away in Melbourne on Apple’s “Metropolis” for at least a year). A couple days ago, Luna underwent some demanding diagnostics that uncovered she has epilepsy. I’m still processing news and new routines.…
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all the things you love
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may you turn away
all the darkest things
and turn on the world
every time you sing
rolling on a ball
rolling off a log
rolling and falling for
all the things you love
may all the things you love
always
light the way you came
may all the things you love
one day
all know your name
breathe says the water
when trouble hides and seeks
to overthrow your order
and trade worries for your sleep
to the city walls
cast off doubt
with your bride fly off
reset the clocks
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may you turn away
all the darkest things
and turn on the world
every time you sing
road work outside your window
construction down the block
induction of plans
demolition of clocks
breathe says the water
when trouble hides and seeks
to overturn your order
and trade worries for your sleep
rolling on a ball
rolling off a log
rolling and falling away
from all the things you love
all the things you love
will someday
go back the way you came
all the things you love
will someday / always know your name
i never jump
but sometimes
wonder as to be
/ squeezed between wheel and rail /
/ liquified into sidewalk cracks /
/ betrayed by the softness of water at terminal velocity /
a final taste of blood into quiet black
forever suspension
soul mixed into the city gutter
always only almost /
the city self-harm paradox:
selfish + public
too many other’s
commutes, too, interrupt
missed the train announcement again
headphones too loud
head too cloud
unprepared for changes
anyway
someday
now
Yes, New York City. This time of years.
I can’t stay in my room that passes for rent.
Somehow I’m nothing without the trouble of garbage and the falling of heroes and the yelling of subways.
High lines and low times and fractured dreams and hated schemes.
Ravens in flight point the way to survive
filters for a global consciousness.…
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It’s been a long time since
I heard the sun
Call my name
It’s been a long time
since
I was supposed to
Find my way
Since
I felt needed
Slept through the night
Saw any form of
promised land
Dreams take me high
And leave me lovely
(but) also falling
[terrified]
judged outside
turned inside
At the back door
On a front line
sky runs red
darkness visible
Blood runs red
empty streets
It’s been a long time
since
I heard the sun
call my name
It’s been a long time
since
I could find
my way
you can still be a refugee
in a place you cannot escape
dissolve into a clandestino
with nowhere to go
Don’t fall silent now
You are not forgotten ones
Chasing rays
Crying for the sun
To fight the war inside
people [now] fear loneliness
more than
they want truth,
[and]
more
than
they feel hell.
[then]
we,
in a place beyond time.
in the company of love,
we live outside the li|n|es.
we,
who don’t fear dark,
you
[into]
me,
we know the moon
skies full of chariots,
unafraid, [again,]
we taunt the sun when it fakes.…
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if you had
five left,
would
you
count
them
down?
writing without photographs,
evolution’s parallel selection
to writing with
photographic memories,
:
the dotted lines between
:
imagination,
the sole (soul) hideout
halfway safe house
for
picturing
without pictures
:
// the fear of writing before seeing
// the legacy of our age
:
System.NullException
at “RECALL.[EVENT]”:
Function Memory() expects parameter
‘Pictures.External’…
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I could not record today.
My studio is not soundproof
enough for a city daytime.
Contractors hired by an aspirational
Brooklyn property developer
stamp rumblefooted underpinnings
for a cantilevered condo to be
four times the size of the
sixty year old
two family the developer
demolished a month ago.
The mufflebooms travel
into my rear office studio,
up through my mic stand,
from the sub strata.…
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beauty
never fades.
beauty fades
all else.
More on this 76th Disquiet Junto project:
http://disquiet.com/2013/06/13/disquiet0076-dreamsound/
More details on the Disquiet Junto at:
http://soundcloud.com/groups/disquiet-junto
STORY:
I’m in Detroit. Or what I think is Detroit. Wandering around in the rain. I’m in town to play a show and I can’t sleep. Neon lights abandoned Main Street. Restaurants and artist studios nestled between broken glass windows and crumbling bricks.…
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pulled in quicksand
big search land
extended waves
and
your head
expands
// your highest bookmark
an endless dead link dead letter
office file purveyor
of junk sponsors
of the obvious.
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.…
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last night it was joe frank with Karma – Part 6.
if you want to make the cupcake from the song, just know that the cupcake is not the serving suggestion pictured on the Addavanilla package. the picture looks like a cupcake but it’s actually a fire-roasted scorpion with addavanilla frosting.…
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Function Future
USING GOLDEN ARCH TO PITCH TENT
Whole world is landfill
tunnelers
How all that’s left over will be
used…
Synthetic credit
SUB-ATOMIC SOUL
plutonium phone for a promotion
there were cost controls
It was gonna be the best year ever
MYSTERY IS AN INVENTION
(OF)
DISPOSABLE
I
LOVE
YOUS
So, let me get this straight, the moment we reach the point we can measure things, we get to witness the destruction of everything?
Yes, you’re simply helpless in the face of forces that large.
So, seriously, what exactly are we supposed to
do?…
do?…
do?…
do?……
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