a piece of me broke off today
it lay there with its edges frayed
 
maybe it was the truth
or the ruin of wasted youth
lovers that never loved
maybe 'cause it wasn't due

threw it in the fire to watch it burn
it twisted and it turned
black then grey

even if I pulled it from the fire
I couldn't ever save it
damaged from a fall long before
it was broken before it burned

Broken Before Burned

Treeline

2011.  The Year of the Collaboration

Hafta admit.  This is what SoundCloud's all about.

Thanks Jake for throwing this my way.  When I first heard it, I thought I was born for it.  It took me only a night or so to arrange & complete it.  Those are the funnest.

http://soundcloud.com/cushion
young talent.

Cushion:  Idea.Music
Golden Ego:  Words.Voice.Arrangement
Kool Krussh: video


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the oceanographer

the wind blows over my house
and we dive to get to the floor
we can only see as far as we ignore

the waves tumblin' ashore 
you couldn't hit the sand more
you just hit a little harder than before

spent my whole life at sea
and it's still a mystery
'cause to know the things you weren't meant to see 
could damage a boy like me



The Oceanographer - Cushion (ft. Golden Ego)

Vocals by http://soundcloud.com/waitformealaska

You can beg me, you can cry 
I wont change my mind
We had fun now I'm on the run
Can't blame you to try
You can squeeze me, you can please me
I won't change a bit
It's all for now, it's never 'bout ever
and it kills your mind

I will tear your heart apart
fill it in a bag, give it to somebody
who'll take good care of it
I will leave the country so you can never ever see me
have a part time job and live for love only

your heart (with George.)

No God

Swathes of leaves on that well-worn path
In their earthen gully graves
The woods grow dim; the beasts come out
From their hidden mountain caves

His old plank shack in shadows black
In sweat and pride was built
Its veins in vines; the once straight lines
Did sag and drag and tilt

Chorus:
The grass grows high 
And in the wind it sways
And the sun beats down on that hill

On that hill they call his grave:

There’s a creek runs down, springs from the ground
Not too far, where he would drink
In the summer heat he’d soak his feet
And rest awhile and think

And he held the girl he called his wife
They tilled and grew their crop
And when the harvest finally came
She was about to pop

Chorus

There he died at a ripe old age
His son grown; his wife gone
Next to her he was buried
On that hill they both called home

His shack--no room-- an empty tomb
The trail would disappear
But the spring would flow, and it would know
At last that he was here

Chorus

On That Hill

Vertigo House
by We Are Freeways
Have you ever been in the Vertigo House?
Have you ever been unsure of yourself?
Alternate dimension Vertigo House.
We are all free in the Vertigo House.
In the Vertigo House we fall down down down
In the Vertigo House we fall so far down
Crickets chirping fractions all around
Crickets aren’t safe to keep around
Green footed crickets making sound
Avocadoes where peaches can’t be found
Hurricanes pointing and laughing
Blue Mountain Hannah, such as sad thing
Teddy save us, come in my room, he says
Teddy our hero, panting while he sheds
Hannah’s not legit legit
Get off the ground
Hannah fell on it
Face to the ground
Hipsters love to wear dead girls clothes
Leopard repeated, everyone knows
Pop mark defecating in the yard
Hurricanes partying hard


Treeline

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