a foot or a mile (take 2)

Christmas Time Blop Drop

From 
Pastures where crystals grow 
The waters where herrings flow
Where droplets become a snow
Retaining the morning glow

I have a collection of lenses

Each crafted with silver and gold
Then coddled with milk and by hand
Outlined with fire I'm told

I have a secret
To keeping them spotless

I've never looked through them
I've only held them
That's all I know

I have never looked through them
I have never seen the face of beauty
I have never seen beauty

I have a collection of lenses
I have a collection of lenses

Lenses

For seven years
I’ve been on my own
And you couldn’t know
How alone I’ve been

But after all this time
I want you to know
I have found a love

I was a wreck, but now I’m a sailboat
I was sailboat but now I’m a sea

We used to be friends 
but now we are lovers

And while I was away 
I learned about God
And God on his throne
Gave me a name
“Sweet Daniel”

I was a wreck, but now I’m a sailboat.

I Was A Wreck

Oh dear brooke
Why won’t you call me
Why won’t you love me
Why won’t you kiss me

Oh dear Brooke
You got a spell on me

Oh dear Brooke
How do you spell your last name
I feel I’ve gone insane

Oh Dear Brooke
When are you come over to my house
We can play
Oh dear Brooke
You know I’m just a man
If you don’t know it at least I know that I am

Oh dear Brooke x4

I imagined I sing you a song
And I woed you
To no end
I could kiss you like the ocean
I could love like a mountain
Have you heard my voice
Cause I sing so well

Dear Brooke
I’m in love with you Brooke
Oh I want you Brooke
I have lust for Brooke
I don’t understand you Brooke
I don’t know you Brooke
I’ve just seen you Brooke
When will this song end Brooke
Pr*********  C****** Brooke
When am I gonna meet you Brooke
O God please help me, Brooke
I want


Dear Brooke

Hey, you need a mother
You need a dad
Where is the brother you wish you had

Can I lay my hands on you
And pray that God would heal
I am my brother
You are my friend
Could I please lay my hands on you
And pray

[Crappy whistling sound]

Hey, you need a another
To heal your land
You need lover to give you helping hand

Can I lay my hands on you
And pray that God would heal
You are my brother
I am your friend
Can I please lay my hands on you
And pray

[Crappy whistling solo part II]


Hey You

No Luck

An acoustic cover taken from Nirvana's Smells Like A Teen Spirit

Smells Like Teen Spirit (A Cover)

Windows

An experiment in improv. that OriginsBand and I did.  Check out what he has to say about it: https://soundcloud.com/stream

Body(ies)

Too many houses to look around

How will we know?

Too many carpets to cop a feel

How will we know?

Look at the bills on the fridge

Oh Sara, too many bills

Look at the food in our refrigerator

Oh Sara, how will we eat it all?

How will we eat it all?

[enter narrator]

I touched your mind

I asked your questions for you

I lived it out for you

But better

You will say:

I don’t walk alone,

Sara

Oh Sara

We don’t walk alone

Are you alone?

You don’t have to walk alone

Fridge Food

The Strange Love Of Martha*

“...I’m upset, and I want someone to talk to” she said

“...give me your hat it’s better on me” she said to him

“Now dress like this, stop doing that, make me some toast blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah”, Martha

And he would say,

“Martha I sneaked the milk into your room

Just like you asked”

Or,

“Should I get my newest cassettes so you can sleep nicely

Can I fold your clothes? Let me rub your feet.

would you like a sponge bath?  Here’s a small comb.”

He often would say.

But That’s when he ran away

Don’t you see Martha

You abused him too long

He’s not coming back

He’s reading Siddhartha

But the strange love of Martha

It always was with him

Her house with lots of frilly things

And a nice steady income

The strange love of Martha

Sucked him back in

A house with a car

She had a 6 figure income

Get your hand off of my shoulder, Martha,

I’m trying to breathe

I’m all out of steam

Take it away from me God

The strange love of Martha

The strange love of martha

Like a suitcase of things

I don’t want to carry it no more

But they’re still all my things

The strange love of Martha

It sucked me back in

A nice steady income

She was my dearest friend

*Note the Martha in this song is in no way connected to the Nana Martha Delahuerta except that they’re both mexican and women.

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