Not ready for this - 2:18:23, 3.52 PM

Inside voices all over the screen
Without the information
Nothing new to say
Yet i’m still planted
Still need the attention
Another photograph sent into space
The keeper of all secrets
Make me feel pretty
I rely on you to give me confidence

* Be real
   It’s ok not to smile all the time
   Envy gives this feeling 
   That we’re doing it all wrong
   And it’s ok not to smile

Handing out advice
As though we’re all in school
To be a therapist
Homeopathic recipes
Known to help you heal and digest
Not enough to celebrate
Want to make sure that
No one will forget
Here’s the evidence
That all my friends are real
And life is just the best

* Be real
   It’s ok not to smile all the time
   Envy gives this feeling
   That we’re doing it all wrong
   And it’s ok not to smile

Doing It All Wrong Acoustic 20200607.mp3

Cover of War Machine originally by Stephanie Jacobson
part of the songwriting group challenge

War Machine (cover originally by Stephanie Jacobson)

The Stars (by Daniel Twist - cover)

Save Yourself

The heat, the rays
The hunger I can't escape
It's lonely and silent
And unavoidably violent

Have you given up the will to live and face the day?
Keep your eyes up for the passing boat or searching plane

We're listing overboard
Swimming for the shore

Born defenseless
You're paranoid and restless
Hunted and bleeding
Dorsal fin shakes it's greeting

Have you ever wished for death so sweet you'd fade away?
Keep your head up and you'll find a chance to wake up safe

S.O.S. 
Fire

We're listing overboard
Swimming for the shore

Deserted

I was nursing gasoline, why is it always so cold?
But bringing it up is just like carting kerosene to the sun.
So we watched St. Elmo's Fire leap from lamppost to post.
Stayed up on a late night drive just to hear Coast to Coast.

The water's so clear and all these machines here
(Out of the doldrums)
But the wind won't blow and it's so cold.

You're a clockwork nectarine; a sunset Rococo.
And the sky's just a blur to me like there's Vaseline on the sun.
You said the soup was albatross. Oh, but, how could you boast?
I smell nuclear Wintergreen, I guess both coasts are toast. 

The water's so clear and all these machines here
(Out of the doldrums)
All these million gears
All these millions fear
That the wind won't blow and you're so cold.
But your whim's our boat
And you're so cold.

HMS Whimsy

Up again

[Trip Hop-Dark-Edgy] - Shadows

Recording made by Adam Selzer in the basement of the HH Holmes "murder castle" site in Chicago - Adam is whispering the names of the few known victims who can be connected to the site. There appears to the be the voice of a young girl singing; Adam transcribes what she's saying as "sorry beefalow." See chicagounbelievable.com

Deserted

Daniel Twist 1