Sunday evening session at M&R with Grant, Nathan, and Geoffrey Spurgin.

Data Lakes - Live 2025-08-03

these are the rough demos we're working on. will upload new versions as we go.

Data Lakes

When The Hope Gets In Your Eyes

The Midday Passes Me By

The Moribund Arborist

"Heaven's Just A Mess"

our object
of pity never cries
we made a happy home
our own little catacomb

we laid in our tomb
the parthenon’s back room
we let the protein feed the flies
and told one another some lies

we smelled the spring rain
but love's a polyurethane
at the start you get dessert
but the end’s probably gonna hurt

twelve tones on an old piano
she softly sang while the baby snored
i tried just waiting for you
though i'm still unsure what the wait was for

and then she came home
with a souvenir from rome
said she got it from a priest
who was seeking some kind of relief

can you click pause
we’ve got to find the cause
these losers think they’ve won
it’s their very definition of fun
 
and the grand prize
was a ticket to the sky
they say heaven's just a mess
then peter said, "yes, but not yet"

sometimes the weather bores you
just shards of glass spread across the moor
i tried just waiting for you
though I'm still unsure what the wait was for

i got a nice job
a perfect setting for a slob
i just arrange the missing parts
suppress a curse in the depths of my heart

we've got to slow down
for the safety of our town
would have traded gold for dirt
or a thread from the hem of your skirt

you see the point of
the things they prophesied
creating pain we couldn't see
as they rooted through the rest of the scree

skinned knees from the creeks and byways
the natives speak like conquistadors
I tried just waiting for you
but I'm still not sure what the wait was for

that night on the sallow railway
the clocks all stopped as we reached the shore
I tried just waiting for you
though I’m still unsure what the wait was for

Heaven's Just A Mess

The Lonely Pickpocket

“Another Lost Hope”

There’s a coat up by the front door
There’s a church down by the rusted spout 
There are holes in the skin 
where blood comes in
and bugs crawl out

Another lost hope
Another lost hope
Another time

The couch in the corner moonlight
Head to toe until dawn
They’ll never escape that feeling
I never will know

Another lost hope
Another lost hope
Another time

Don’t look underneath the surface
A hand that’s patient and weak
A look askew now the nervous laughter
A cup of honey white tea

Another lost hope
Another lost hope
Another time

Moonlight fades in the foggy morning
We close our eyes at the shore
A touch of rain in the shallow ocean
Is all we ever will know

Another lost hope
Another lost hope
Another time

staying home won’t save you
you gotta go out the front door
i wish i knew how to just love you
but i can’t help thinking what do you want me for

staying home won’t save you
or tickle your clem when you’re bored
i wish i knew how to just love you
but i can’t help thinking what do you want me for

Another Lost Hope

The Boy Who Never

Somewhere Toward The Back

An Urgent Message

"A Curious Sigh"

The moon rise
Parking lights
Curious sighs
Skirt the edge of the river

She speaks
Fluently
With open beak
Pass the scent of an apple

But back on land
Feet in the sand
Shell in your hand
Make a sketch of a sunset

A curious sigh

Steps fail
On the mountain trail
Some sirens wail
At sailors longing for mooring

A curious sigh

Come back down
To a rumbling sound
Fall to the ground
Icicles from the door frame

A curious sigh

Once dead
Sun and dread
Turned my head
Onto legions of people

A curious sigh

Make a date
It's an hour wait
For a dinner plate
Yet you stay up late for the sprinklers

A curious sigh

It's half noon
A bit too soon
Reduce the volume
On the patio speakers

A curious sigh 

you heard your mother say
it's a brand new day
you've got eggs on your plate
stand up straight
and say "good morning"

The Curious Sigh

Painted Swine

“Autumn Falls”

a son never blinking in the morning
a pavement in light that leads the way to town
tomorrow’s blood rests under windows
silent dreams that filter through the clouds

and now the autumn falls
and there’s no time to read
the terra cotta wall
that we can’t over see
when the autumn falls
when the autumn falls
please read to me

i tried never drinking in the morning
a dallas-bound flight i think’s the way to go
a furrow of suds pops in the basin
the houses at night in straightened rows

and now the winter’s brought 
a cup of hot black tea
an insurrection
against centuries of reason
when the winter’s come
when the winter’s come
please read to me

And now the spring is here 
And there’s no compromise
One opportunity
To abscise all what’s rotten here

Autumn Falls

evening session at M&R with Grant, Nathan, Chris Dille, and Geoffrey Spurgin.

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An Urgent Message - Live 2025-10-18

evening session at M&R with Grant, Nathan, and Geoffrey Spurgin.

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evening session at M&R with Grant, Nathan, Chris Dille, and Aaron Weatherford.

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rough demo of the newest track we're working on for Dream Feed

“Sunday Morning, Early”

it doesn’t seem to matter
what you know
this night there’s another fog
in time, in mind
 
the weather was an afterthought
bells chime and then she cries 
that nothing clever shows
in television glows
then we go blind

to all those pretty things that 
never get tried
they all get washed away
when we go out to tide

we never wanted to
we never needed to
we never wanted to know

all those pretty things that 
never got tried
they all got washed away
when we went out with the tide

they never wanted to
they never needed to
they never wanted to know

a carousel on fire

Sunday Morning, Early

post smooth jazz / proto chamber punk; profile photo courtesy of Christopher Mosley

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