../melody in chaos
Sing a song for life in the morning
As the sunrise waltzes through leaves
Let all the anger and pain
And destructive refrains
Dissolve into your dreamsMaybe we’ll wake up
It’s time we wake up
Maybe we’ll wake up
Wake up timeThe first thing you see before you open your eyes
Is the truest reflection of you
One day the first thing we’ll know
is a sunrise so slow
And a world renewed
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My 66th(!)…
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a sunny trip thru simulation theory, alan watts, and the watercourse way.
:^D
all the dreams have been blamed
all the sources have been named
there’s no hiding in the shadows anymore
all the ‘steins have been ‘stained
all the acid has been rained
there’s no overriding the code[ch]
we’re on the other side of the end
with no trace no chance to defend
the true meaning of our being, friends
on the other side of the endthe simulation reset
everyone’s free to forget
all the ways we used to agree
and the lines of least resistance
destroyed by destroying
all the ways water courses to the seaeasy to miss when everything’s not right
the signs can hide in plain sight[ch]
extended remix of my contribution to the july 2016 disquiet junto’s collection of tracks saying “hi” in morse code to the juno jupiter probe…
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The task to create a friendly “Hi” to the Juno probe based on the Morse Code for “Hi” (…. ..) became the perfect excuse to duet with my Teenage Engineering PO-16. I’ve owned it for a while and though I am fascinated by it and screw around with it at times, it hadn’t yet found its way into the studio.…
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Written early July 2016 on the way home from a final visit to my wife’s family farm in Orrtanna, Pennsylvania, outside Gettysburg. RIP, Aunt Suzanne…
This track also grieves not for an America that was – but for an America that could have been.
A few hours west of the City line
About 200 miles as the crow flies
Your family farm up on that hill
A place that made time stand stillWhere Saturday nights on the outskirts of town
and ways of life were hand-me-downs
Every sunrise let you know just where you standThere was love in this land
But time made other plans
In time you’ll understand
How much love was in this landNow we’re taking one last drive tonight
To say one long last goodbye
To the land that held your family name
Thru an America getting auctioned awayBy a world designed with no stop just go
That knows you never miss what you never know
That’s countin’ on you to forget where you standAnd all the love in this land
When the radio starts playing favorite songs
You can’t help (but) wonder where we went wrongThe moms and dads pass’d away
The kids flew away on the interstate
The farm is now in other hands
It’s up to you to still give a damn
…Out of time
This is my last call homeIt’s a dream
to fall back to
safe spaces
where you never change.Where soft delusions
tell you you
never have to
feel any pain.Don’t lose yourself
in distant seclusion.
Keepers of the truth
never walk alone.
Out of time,
I’m done with confusion.
…All those years with you on the edge of a knife,
so many dark days set the sun on lost nights.
I hope the great beyond buries the reasons why,
and you spend your life emanating light.Better a broken heart than a wasted soul.
Better to walk away than to cede control.
Don’t waste time on love with no return
Two sides always makes a third
In the end the sole unknown
is the worth of words
Don’t waste time on love with no returnI wanted that you found release
I wanted you lived in peace
Instead the world turned its back
On everything you believe
I wanted that you found releaseAn angel let you down
Tired of the work
Made a break for it, slipped town
No brakes no sound
Left no trace no doubt
Your angel let you downThere are no permanent stars
Nothing points us back to the start
No use for home
where you (always) lose who you are
There are no permanent starsIt’s not on you, It’s not on me
Light’s what’s blocked by what we see
Things as they are (against)
Things as they should be
It’s not on you, it’s not on me040716.1534, 041416.0822
Dedicated to the memory of Berta Cáceres and to the ongoing effort to free Bassel Khartabil.
…distant cries
of cracked-down souls
trapped underground
church bells at dawn
ringing for ones
silenced by crowdshigh lonesome faraway sounds
filtered through the air
echoing off clouds
lost frequencies explain
the essence that remains
high lonesome faraway soundscould be something coming
up through the earth or
falling from the sky
warning calls to stay away
no need to amplify[ch.]