Name: After The Burrito by Jonathan Feinberg
Duration: 21 min 40 s
Description: Improvisation with analog synth and drumset.

Dancing trees
In gentle breeze
Sway and tease
Birds and bees

Lazy gaze
Blossoms blaze
Perfume haze
Chromatic rays
Gone in days

Dawn of spring and we’re reborn
Did anything come before?
Magnolia, beloved, adored
Magnolia, five days, no more

Petal sight
Pink and white
evening light
Fragrant night

Final scent
Came and went
Flowers spent
Blooms descend
like farewell letters sent

Magnolia

I TRIED AND I TRIED
TO WORK IN A PLACE
WHERE EVERYTHING WAS CLEAR
BUT I CAN'T
BECAUSE I THRIVE IN AMBIGUITY

THEY OFFERED A ROLE
THAT PAID REALLY WELL
BUT THE PLACE WAS TOO WELL RUN
SO I SAID
THAT I THRIVE IN AMBIGUITY

IF YOU KNOW EXACTLY WHAT IS NEEDED HERE
THEN I AM NOT YOUR MAN
BUT IF IT ISN'T OBVIOUS WHAT SHOULD BE DONE
THEN I'LL DO WHAT I CAN


SHOW SOME LEADERSHIP

MY DESK IS A MESS
IT'S COVERED IN CANS
AND IT MAKES THINGS HARD TO FIND
JUST BECAUSE
I THRIVE IN AMBIGUITY
CAN'T YOU SEE
THAT I THRIVE IN AMBIGUITY
YEAH I SAID
THAT I THRIVE IN AMBIGUITY

I THRIVE IN AMBIGUITY

The door is locked; are you inside?
This time I stopped instead of passing by
It still feels like mine, I lived here for years
If I’m doing fine, then why’m I fighting back tears?

We turn the page 
We act our age
We disengage
Or we find new ways to fill our days until things change

I’m walking away but the memories stay close
The clouds take your shape, and fade like a ghost
In the garden we kept, the roses are gone
The dirt is bereft, and it can’t move on

Life feels like wandering
From one place to the next
Till you find yourself pondering
If you ever really left

Until Things Change

Improvisation between analog synths and drumset.

Before The Burrito

Improvisation with analog synth and drumset.

After The Burrito

Hey man do you think we can make it
If we catch a bus to LA
The first job that I’m offered, I’ll take it
Hey man I got bills to pay
 
Hey man are you going to Brooklyn
Hey man are you leaving today?
You took off while I wasn’t looking
Didn’t think you’d leave me that way

Moving up, Moving out
Moving up, moving out
Ain’t that what, It’s about
Moving up; Moving out

Did you fuck around until midnight?
Did you fuck around until four?
Did you fuck around until sunrise?
Wanna fuck around a bit more?

I ain’t exactly sure what I did here
I ain’t exactly sure what it meant
I’m sure I wouldn’t call it a bad year
But I ain’t exactly sure where it went

Look at my piece of paper
Does yours measure up to mine
Quarter century later
No one’s even qualified

After The Burrito

Jonathan Feinberg

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