Hallelulahaway

Sulk By Trust

On a line a bally crow
With a candle in his chest
Solemn winked his diamond eye
And all a harrowing undressed

She lay atop a punctured raft
And lay all her assets bare
That winter may a-draft
And bristle every hair 

Upon the morn her chest did knot
And caved against a seas dent
In her ascent she pitched her lot
To welcome all bereavement

Siberia shines she sung
Her toes all blackend brine
To palace ships she desperate swum
To press her crystalled lips to thine

Like things that sit in a bed
To decay
Grow extra long legs
Whisper secrets
And pray

Kneck Thai

I'm spun long
Down a flight of back stairs
But anything longer than five seconds falling is
Forever down
Is caught against the council town
Under a mute, unpresent cow-tow
And I can only hear out of one ear now

The Chaplain crosses, a pause to his head
Like he's tryin to drill a hole
Stuck in his plain-clothes
Lifted over wave-broken foal
To his simpered relief
Out to a bare gate
In a white field of wheat
Where something underneath is supplying heat

Rips of black-body tides races under geese v's
Toward a frantic December South
With myself along
And a leather lip filling up my mouth

I'm looking over as much land as I can
Before the dark three day long night
Comes over again

And I'm still signed and red aligned

Thanks to Charlie Moon for the fantastic drum after listening to a small part of it once and just feeling the whole thing through

Don't Be Kind

You Thought Wrong

Undulous big
Sat on a slow rig
Headed for the west part of town
Then they saw a little hayseed
Walkin little knock kneed
And they said "Let's put the old dog down"

Then a half packed cart
Trundled river downwards
Singing like a young bard
But cooin' like a bird in the hand
Limping over stones to the rumble of a balkan band

And then the not undreadful sky
Broke like husks on a beetle
Stand, stand (with) rancor or without
Hold my head to the doubt
That time will slow a-faith
While hunger makes a canker, wait

Make me my bed aside
Throw down the shade alight
With night comin on 
Behold my sight goads me on
How could such (that) light touch(es) be wrong
With heaven or without

With Heaven Or Without (Demo)

Recorded on an Iphone 6, made up on the spot, added a harmony track, done

Peachy Keen Jelly Bean (Iphone 1 take)

Homewrecker

I've been off music for over a year now recovering from a particularly destructive motivational seminar. This is one of the two songs that have survived the fire. This song was sung a cappella for my brother and his new wife at their wedding in Switzerland, a particularly high time for my family. Please enjoy.

Produced by Jack Bomher at Horse Drawn Productions

Gold Rush

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