I Love this. I cant help but think of Zappa...very creative, sarcastic, funny!

I wanted to give you something tangible, solid poetry to hold.  Not to make it right, only to let you know.  You left me to tend to my heart, now it’s broken, I’ve fallen apart.  Missing you, kissing you, in my mind.  Dreaming of a love that died as I reach for the paper to dry my eyes.  I don’t remember the last time I felt this worthless.  It’s alright to be alone.  I can make it on my own.  Critical of this secret mess, can’t escape it nonetheless.  It stays with me like an ailment, clouding the visions in my head.  You waltzed in and out of my life, carving the pain in my heart with your knife.  Cutting me down to size and I’m bleeding out replies.  It’s alright to be alone.  I can make it on my own.

Dreaming Outloud

I Can Make It (On My Own)

there is no tellin' when the wind starts to blow
comin' in hot and comin' in cold
shadows and memories they come and go
wait it out

if you wait it out

sure as the winter time wind starts to blow
everything comes and everything goes
here by my side you won't get too cold
wait it out

oh how the leaves blow 'round
it's autumn's sound

that feeling that comes with the darkening skies
distant horizon, electrical lights
raining down everything, overhead 'n by
wait it out

autumn

Lyrics/Music: Dred Fouglas
Spooky Poetry Reading: Spooky Early Gancrowl


Lyrics:


Going up in smoke
into the lungs of Old Grimlow
Who just wants his life left alone
To be high in his haunted home
Rubbing the madness from his bones
All night long groaning at her shadow
Looking like decay wrapped in a leather coat
His mind filled with burnholes 

Going up in smoke
‘round the bonfire of junkie souls
Spending endless nights in moth-eaten clothes 
Watching the larva of his past hatch and grow
Nowhere to run ‘cause she’ll always show
She’s the feeling like the tightening of a rope
She’s the feeling like the tightening of a rope

Old Grimlow

Composed, arranged, performed, and produced by
Carlos Vivanco

Far And Beyond

Rabbit Hole

My friend Louie died recently. We played together in a band called The Loose Diamonds. He was a lovely man and a living work of art.

https://pitchfork.com/news/king-louie-bankston-louisiana-garage-rock-mainstay-of-the-exploding-hearts-dies-at-49/

There’s a whole lot less cocaine in heaven tonight
The Milky Way ain’t looking half as wide
Loose diamonds in the sky
Fall like teardrops from my eyes
As the rising sun burns it’s ugly light
There’s a whole lot less cocaine in heaven tonight 

There was a man from Harahan who like an angel did sing
And he sure knew just how to pop a guitar string 
And though he often played the clown 
When the crowds would gather ‘round
Those in the know know that Louie was a king

It was reputed that he’d written the perfect song
A crystal blue confection coming in at 2 minutes and 27 seconds long
But the world heeded not
Rock n roll was an afterthought 
The king had left long before his kingdom had come

There’s a whole lot less cocaine in heaven tonight
The Milky Way ain’t shining half as bright
Loose diamonds in the sky
Like teardrops from my eyes
As the rising sun burns it’s ugly light
There’s a whole lot less cocaine in heaven tonight 

He once went to Whole Foods because he was not feeling well
He returned with five jars of pickles and a story to tell
The hippie cashier it seems 
Had seen his death in her dreams 
So we all laughed and raised five jars of pickle juice to his health

Sure, maybe he all wasn’t saintly and perfect 
But I tend to think the rock n roll was worth it
He had some dirty parts
He left some haunted hearts
But who amongst us isn’t tainted in this circus?

Like a feeling never felt
Like the King of Diamonds never dealt
Like a legend that may never be
Louie Bankston RIP

There’s a whole lot less cocaine in heaven tonight
Now the angel’s share ain’t enough to fly a kite
Stardust in the sky
Diamonds in my eyes
The rising sun burns it’s ugly light
There’s a whole lot less cocaine in heaven tonight 

Now that you have forsaken this fallow land 
Our hopes are dashed that you ever will reunite your one man band
And though my tongue may be planted in my cheek 
It is with great reverence that I do speak 
Of the King of Diamonds

Love, 
Your biggest fan

There’s a whole lot less cocaine in heaven tonight
The Milky Way ain’t looking half as wide
Loose diamonds in the sky
Like teardrops in my eyes
The rising sun burns it’s ugly light
There’s a whole lot less cocaine in heaven tonight 
There’s a whole lot less cocaine in heaven tonight 

A pariah, a piranha, a superstar
How I wonder what you are
Up above the world the world so high
Like a diamond in the sky
Like a diamond in the sky
Like a diamond in the sky

Like a diamond

King Of Diamonds

“Game of Denial”

I’m doing fantastic
	(I’m feeling space)
Thanks for asking
	(Why do you say?)
In the game of denial
	(This game I play)
I’ve got a winning smile
	(I lie with my face)

They’re always asking, Aren’t you worried?
	(They see through space)
I’m always asking, Do I seem worried?
	(Looks hide the face)
They always answer, No, not really
	(Why don’t you say?)
Then why’d you bother asking, silly?
	(Along, we play)

Tell me the truth
Or push back on my lies
Whatever you say
I will deny

My life is a mess—that I deny
But I’m doing my best
And feelin’ alright

I’m doing califragic
	(I feel afraid)
Talkin’ pax monastic
	(I hide away)
In the game of healing
	(My life I play)
I’ve got that encompassing feeling
	(Embracing space)

They’re always asking, Are you hurting?
	(They see my play)
And I ask, Why would I be hurting?
	(Lost and afraid)
The universe has healed me fully
	(Hide me away)
I am now a vessel of healing
	(Empty as space)

Tell me the truth
Or push back on my lies
Whatever you say
I will deny

Is it delusion or peace that I’ve found
It’s my solution
I’m on the rebound
. . .
A man convinced against his will
Is of his own opinion still
For none can sway and none can quell
Some fire he’s lit beyond his skill

And wisdom spoke with kindly tongue
Unto the gasp of patience’s lungs
Cannot prevail against dried dung
When in his ears it’s fastly bunged 

And family, friends, and erstwhile guides
Cannot contend with tailored pride
When he esteems so smart his mind
He twirls it smugly at his side

And nature neither can withstand 
The fancies of an arcane hand
When on her image he embrands
His secret knowledge and demands

- - -
Music by Corey Ball
Lyrics by August Lysy

Mastered by Spencer Martin

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