Little Diddy on ye olde ukulele.

Lyrics:

I've seen the fire from you, friend	
And the flats of your fingerbeds
And shall I observe the folds
Of the summer'd eye you keep cold	

I fear for the layers in your lionshead
Given the moment to just stare at them

For long the patience in you stirs
With whom we travel up the road

I am the wall, saying
Look at you go

For every grand arrival
Surfacing from the devil's dive
The spoon says liven silence
But i won't dare nor may i might

To sing for the minnows when the one is bled
I wait for the shark to rise from memories bed

For long the vagrant in you stirs
With whom we travel up the road

I am the song, saying
Look at you go

Lionshead

First try with a synthetic instrument. Try not to judge too harshly. Or just try to judge. :3 

Lyrics:

To hear the words in your head
Speak and only ever said 

Well the memory is more the feeling

To dream of what my fingers drawn
From the end of you to your wild crown

But the memory is more the feeling

Exploding from the roof the sky is hell
The graveled song of a flat feathered
cardinal

The dark is always dots along
a province where my song cannot
Hold you
But wisdom was a partial line
I'd finish in my sweetest time
That I would owe to

Mother's peace, and the release
from no 
More hammering woe

I hear the words in your head
to hear the words in your head

But the memory is more the feeling

Parting Two

This may be the song that convinces me to find a better recording suite than garageband. Enjoy this electric slide. :3

Durant

I promise I'm ok. However if that gets you to comment on my song then hells yeah gur. :3

Lyrics:

Give in to the whisper of a night silence
I believe this? Why do I get more then a bite for my head to digest
My armor, my fake, my skin is the bloated cage
That leaves me how it came from the dark

All of the light parts tides in the fleeing

Old friends, I need somebody to kill

The longer I hold my breath, the harder you feed into me
And over again, I mutter the names of them that hate me longingly with loving arms.

Old friend, I need somebody to kill

Oh silence, I need somebody to kill
these
Roaches

Roaches

I figure I don't hate this song so much as to leave it a steaming pile of electronic slag. :3

Lyrics:

As it was in their childhood
Open locks to their father's old shed
Bold it was their fair sister's scheme
Boiling over curiosity, she said
They would hear machinery

On their maps to unopened chests
as their hears were upended, he would say
They would dream of eternity
And i blame your for realities
for the sake of a lightening 
Oh Say!

Oh say, go back to sleep
You're only awake
Every liar's trick will sway you,
to dreaming from the wake

With their torches burning batteries
Bearing stronger personalities in capes
Through the door, they were left agasp
As the vast secret emptied in escape
And the youngest damn him still

Oh say, go back to sleep 
You're only awake
Every liar's trick will sway
I will say, I will
Stay!

Oh stay, in every sleep on from today
You're only awake 
Every argument you lay in
Is how you will awake.

Durant (as it was)

A long time coming. I hope you all enjoy this one as much as I enjoyed writing it. 

Lyrics:

I forgot the room I was in as I walked out
I picked up the glass of water 
Tried to figure it all out 

I don't know how I walked here
I started down the road up the ways
I swallowed my coughing 
And made sure not to give it away.

Like I'd done to that orphan
And my daughter at the age of 3
After i filled the coffin, coughing
I made absolutely sure they believed.

It was September's Eve
Inserted my fare
Sat next to Maylene
And her beautiful, beautiful hair
Until it caught my attention
As the lights were flickering
The man in the back with the eagle cane 
Was on the sixth row again.

But it was my birthday 
And maylene kissed me
But i'm listening
Oh I'm listening
The lipstick on her teeth
Once so alluring 
I move in my seat
The sidewalk gets blurred

From the blood in my feet
that I swore I had walked
But here I am at home and lost
The man in the fifth row
Stands in my hall.

With wood above me and a wig on my head
The smells of a juniper, soft death

A stick in my stomach that i've eaten as well 

Relieves me of making a sound
Relieves you of finding me out. 

Maylene

I'm enjoying the silence. So naturally I fill it. Sorry for the delay. :3

Lyrics:

All the swimming for riddles darling
leaves your muscles floating in
And in the shadow of the school of marlin
you see the instrument silent

Would I try bid you to grab it darling
I see the shadows closing in

Cozy crusts lay hard around me doe
And if it's movement you delayed
I will shiver when I see your flora
Oddly removed to my dismay

Would I try bid you to clothe her doe
So the shivers don't remain

Would I lie to taste the ocean
Or find the tide too long to wait

I can see the wood you're drifting on
Or it's the flag flying for you
With longing whispers of the cicada
Dared shouts to scare them all to you

Would I try bid you to shelter 
All the sound that I send to

And the end, to the olden
where you've never laid
A letter can be cold when it is late


E! O Doe, I did. I tried.

Henceforth including lyrics.

I've seen folks breaking down crosses and the leaves aren't even stirring.
While the looming of a clouded summer gales.
And the children crying born can't even cross their eyes to wail.
Yet I am yearning for the day before the storm

And still the choir girls are playing 
While she tightens up her bow
And the gentle man in the foreground
playing oh,oh,oh so serious

For there are candles burning quick or I am drowning in the crane.
While I still have my fondest memories of then.
When I was eager in the lawn and cried that falling was my friend.
So I proposed that we keep drinking until dawn.

And still the choir girls are playing
While she was scheming from the porch
And the quiet man in the background
Playing oh,oh,oh so serious

Oh, but it's not a storm
It's a mountain of words
From the flies, wine, and dirt
That I pull you from

Even in the light of morn, the dim old dark behind the clouds
The noon is baring memories again.
When we breathe our lungs are torn between the living and our heads.
Yet I am yearning for the day before the storm.

-Ian

The Dark High Noon

Simple diddy about the family. 

Lyrics:

They sold me on the fatal ride
The tale of summer rain's divide
I strapped my boots in fervor for
The dive, 
The fourth night brought the memory by

The whisper speeding next to me
From heat to numbing beats
His sleepy face well past 3
I think it was the rain

I called it over the thunder
The song we heard from winging birds
I pound until I've had enough
The ride,
The 13th almost sleepless night

The murmur speeding next to me
From numbing beats to spotty seeing
Across the river drinking she
I think it was the rain

The chasing pack behind, is bearing
Down the signs keep yelling harrowing
but I abide them till the hiding
The night
A month across the seedless sky

The murder speeding next to me
From spotting to the fever dreams
She's talking to the house, to me
I think it was the rain

The gravel where the tulips grow
Where the rain is fair 
And underneath a layered snow
The bite
A second, of eternal flight

The nurture speeding next to me
From dreaming to a lingering
The fighter gripping frightfully
I think it was the rain

I think it was the rain

See, Son, the Cyclists.

These lyrics I thought I had lost many a moon ago. Don't ever rely on your phone to save some prose, bros. 

Lyrics:

January
4 and a sailor's lung is flooding
Maybe 4 more months
But for now I talk to oars

1980
3 and I've made my rounds
With 3 sets of greedy teeth
It is clear. I have my doubts. 

Go to ground
Print that I drowned
Engaged with a memory

High school slum lord
2 more days until you're up
Who was your sweetheart
God I barely recall

In this picture
The one in which
I scream before I fall 
Sounds so distant
Am I laughing at all

Go to ground
Halfway wedded with the dirt
Engaged in a memory

Rotten water
There is no smell in this wet wood
Rotten water
I'd stay in wait for silence 
If I could 

Rotten Water

A little something I've worked on. Please enjoy. :3

Lyrics:

face in the coldness of  
bedding that could use a wash
This is the pattern that I care to keep
Laze is ever maddening 

Fidget with your hairs and moles
focus on the mute mouth holes
Listen to the tickening 
Of louder seconds following

All is a button pressed
Order is my only
Draw in and swallow 
This is walking

Press harder on the keys
Letters best at listening
Change the background of your wall
Change is always nothing 

All is a lightened screen
Order is my only
Fall in another dream
This is relaxing

Order

If I were to describe myself in many words it would just be another one of these songs. Those who hear me are surprised at who I am. And those who know me are surprised at what I am. So I guess it's just pointless.

All photos skillfully shot by Heather Michelle Rafferty.

iansinphi

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