lullaby/starved/ with ember

Composer/trombonist Peter Zummo in remembrances of longtime collaborator composer/cellist Arthur Russell (1951-92) illustrated with excerpts from a musically ethereal and emotionally charged 1985 concert at Roulette. Produced by Beck Zegans, this special edition is a major contribution to the legacy of the unpredictable, calculated, and disciplined work of a treasured artist and the complex, emergent scene that both misunderstood and nurtured the work. Listen to the full, unedited performance at roulette.org/event/arthur-russell. Photo: Tom Lee.

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Arthur Russell: The Peter Zummo Reflections

Deray's somewhere in custody
while Geneviève snuck peacefully
out of this bruising night
and so we're left to fly or fight
it feels absurd to still
think of other things to fill
up in my heart like any kind of love
i am a mourning dove

no more My's
Me Mine's and I's
but if i don't, then no one else will hear of me
in any light
i'm not the type to be written about
so i'll do all the leg work
and i'll take care of the washout 
by pouring all the secrets i've collected in my heart
upon the dirt in details i've left out on the street
there's only hope in costumes and dessert i'll one day eat
i haven't really fought yet, but there's always time to start

Good morning healing earth
you log on and it hurts
big leaves and leaves so big

i can't sleep well and i no longer dream of you
we don't talk much and i'm "Jacking off to someone new"
at home, everyone is angry all the time
nobody eats together
we never hold each other
with sweet laughter or just a pair of arms
and so my pillars are eroding and everything feels far
from 1hr to 3,000 miles far away
i send another text to which i won't get a reply today
there's only hope in being held and dreaming once again
nothing seems promising 
and this is where i've mostly been


print by Gordo http://cargocollective.com/rachelglorgman/silkscreen

Good morning healing earth

nice weather keeps me alivee
its too warm for february on the east coast
but im grateful

lyrics:
our
winter nights
are coming to an end 
you say youre alright
but i know you pretend
life is so funny
it begins then it ends
i dont know nothing
but i still pretend
take my hand babe
i want you for myself
your my darling
my sweet sweet darling 
oh 
oh baby
we still got some summer left
if you wanted
we could go

i know 
rainbows come after
the rain
but somehow
the pain
wont go away
wait
i got friends now
looking out for me now
like my ancestors
steady looking out for me now

crappy garage band creations

darling

hopefully this takes you somewhere nice..

also,

thats my mom :)

biking (cover)

my last song ill ever put on soundcloud lmao
im allowed to hurt too
im allowed to feel hurt too
yaddayaddayaddayadda
im on my phone a lot
im on the internet
&im crying
im on the phone alot im on the internet
& im so desperate
everyone on twitter knows it
if u have a twitter u know it

im aloud

july 2018 i'm making it up as i go along


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i will drive to you at night
on a highway in the dark
i will listen to nothing but the sound
of the road in my head

and it happens almost out of habit
kissing you like i dont know what

and i promise to get better
at getting up in the morning
at looking in the mirror
talking to myself like i am real

habit (on pat's guitar)

alls