内容为王 2021 ///

You got your own version of the madness, don't you? Cutting up paper dolls in the moonlight. Hold a sign in the rotary at noon time. I got a death wish, take a ride with me, it's gonna be madness. I got a death wish, take a ride with me. Who cares if you regret it? All in all is all I see. Don't try talking to the neighbors. Please don't leave it up to me. I'm just staring at the ceiling. I have no testimony. I'm just looking for a door through which to leave. There is more than one kind of dream. I'm just telling you what you've been telling me.

Madness

As I stood in amazement, I caught something in the corner of my lazy eye. But I could not make the shape of it amid the omnipresent haze and burning sky. It takes a load off of the heart to admit it's given up, funny you should say: 'So has mine.' That was nothing. That was just me struggling. When we were strangers for the first time, one off-hand remark invited rude replies. Why did I apologize? When after all I was not feeling sorry. You did not recognize me then, just as you would not now, and that alone is enough to make me cry. That is nothing. That is just me struggling.

Guide The Minder

As a test of willingness I want to say I won't be doubtful anymore I'll arrive to stay. For all the talk you hear about living for a secret idea do whatever makes you feel alive whatever makes you feel right here. All of it is otherwise beguiling. All advice is otherwise misguided. In due time I forget about the elemental piece I was gonna find it could happen to anyone that shit happens all the time. There's an off chance we should have known it may have been a signal was missed it could have been any one of us I am pretty sure of this. Confusion is a way of life keep smiling. Easy to make a mess of a life I miss my strangers again.

Bathers at Rest (Baigneurs au repos) (ca. 1876–1877) by Paul Cézanne. Original from Barnes Foundation. Public Domain CC0 image.

Resting Pulse

There was this one time I was feeling bad. There was this one time I turned a corner. And the plot thickens. And there's a lot you don't know. No one's making me a fool under some night watch I don't trust. And I'm looking back so much you don't know.

My, My, Oh My

I think you once told me
The fever breaks slowly
Like an origin story
Like a curtain rising
Until a faint skyline then appears
And you see for the first time what is there

Bear witness to 
My witnessing
I'll see you there too
Doing your thing

That's how it starts
That's how it ends
Loud on arrival
Quiet when departing

I can your footfall 
In the hallway 
Echoing

I can hear voice
Half-talking
Half-singing

Don't it turn a good start
Into a bad finish? 
Change the narrative arc
And your place on it? 
Don't turn a fragile heart
Into a clenched fist? 
That can't be taken apart
That won't be broken again? 

Fall away
Fall away for a while

FWD Devils

J. L. Pritchard is a Boston-based multi-instrumentalist and songwriter.