One of my very best friends in the whole multiverse sometimes doesn't believe I really love her or even that I want her in my life. 

This song is how I felt upon hearing that ridiculous statement, "You wouldn't *really* miss me if I were gone."

Ripped this song out like a knife from my thigh one evening for her. So she could feel it. 

And I share it so that YOU know you are loved too. 

Because I realized that I freaking feel the EXACT same illogical, counterintuitive way: That no one would miss me if I were gone. 

And yet... I am loved. And if I have to be, so do you. ;)

I am worthy of love (even when I feel freakin' WORTH.LESS)<3
;

and the turtle-thing refers to someone in a joke or fable or something asking "What's holding the earth up?"

"A turtle," came the (scientist's? yogi's?) reply.

The woman panicked: "& UNDER THAT ONE?"

"My dear," the metaphor replies, "It's turtles all the way down."
∞ 
Turtles All The Way Down
Bri Bruce © 2015-2016

Friend how could you say you don’t know the way you matter to my life
you being alive helps me strive one dumb day at a time
and while the strength beneath my bones grits the groan that i could do this alone

i don’t want to
and i wanna do ALL AMY AND TINA DO with 

you and not screw each other over we’ll have storms and they’ll blow over scared to let you too 	much closer 
til I feel your heart open though i’m never sure of knowing anything meant for growing i’m only 	showy (lonely)
my hypocrisy steady as the breeze 
or if you please i’m guessing it was less a breeze more a sneeze from a 

more a leaf-blower
sorry i blew you around
even sorrier		
it’s turtles all the way down 

sorry i blew you around

blew you off pissed you off fucked off when it was too much
cutting you deeper than you knew knives could see and i screamed for weeks and weeks of that you know noth
thing and i know nothing of what you know
only that it’s my greatest and thus most dangerous 

hope that you’ll
stay on the 

boat i’ll float us if we drowin show up when the chips are down and in a pinch i’ll be the lynchpin
	that holds us in
coast us when the town aint ready much too heavy leaded negatives i’ll give the shiv whatever 	that is
toast us when the numb aint the instead the cold is quieter than the dead and i bet it works out 	for us and yet
i’m scared you’ll forget
what you already know
it’s turtles, valerie, the name a rose. it’s painful but perhaps a show. let’s be each other’s 
front row.



"Turtles All The Way Down" - Bri Bruce

At 25 I fell in love with sound and a year later quit my desk job. 

2ish yrs later...
New Skills!: songwriting; lyrics; vocals in diff. styles; performing;  keyboard; acoustic guitar; harmonica; dance; djembe; small percussion, and -- MOST IMPORTANTLY -- 
riffs that moooooooove people. 

Dancing since I was two, music has always moved me. Literally. I write/compose/sing/live from that place. I want it raw, real, and I want it to make me moooooove. 

I love most everything but screechy sounds. 

And I need help. Co-writers, anyone?

(Currently I have about 100 pieces of music built with Logic Pro 9, now Logic Pro X files, which I slightly despise. Some finished; some not.)