Name: Continuum by Josh Trimble
Duration: 2 min 58 s
Description: Demo track for one of the tunes on my Album. One of my favorites, Continuum.

Time's a friend I don't yet know
Round the bend
If you'll be my river I will be your flow 
Lose your way in the undertow 
Again and again we'll make it to the end
The end in time for the show.

Seven days in a row
Time keeps spinning its web around me
I forgot how to swim
Hope keeps sending her waves to drown me 
Sun comes up everyday
When my wings dry I'm gonna fly back home 
Got my map of the CTA
In mind, underlined

water wash me away 
rain take me away
well I don't know why this feels strange but 
you and me we will never be the same so water wash 
water wash me away

when my wings dry

If the interest ever crashes for good all of a sudden, can we meet
somehwere? I’m not saying that it will but it really all could change in a second, it could change in a second

We can pick a place 
and we’ll rendezvous there
revolution never felt so good
everything that I see is in need of repair 
and it could change in a second, it could change in a second!

Break down 
Rise up
Dream big
Don’t stop

Our world 
Our stage 
High time for 
A new page 

I’m so sick and tired of just waiting around
So I think that I’m just gonna do it today
And the more that I am then the louder the sound
It’s gonna change any second, it could change in a second

I can feel us all dreaming into the same tomorrow
Hear the call? I think it’s time to wake up
I will meet you there, it might even be fun
It could change in a second, it will change in a second

Break down
Rise up
Dream big
Don’t stop

Our world
Our stage
High time for
A new page

***

thank you to ~

Ethan Reinbach for playing drums
Nick Tremulis for playing bass
Philip (Fuji) Armetta for playing guitar
Lucien Dante Lazar for creating the cover artwork
My mama Hazel for liking the song first
& to all revolutionaries of the past, present, and future.

It Could Change In A Second

The sun sets, I pull the shades down
So no one can see inside
The night time knocks on the windows
The winter leaves me wide eyed
The city is freezing over 
But somehow we're still alive
My edges are getting sharper
Cutting through to the bright side

I am ready, I can say it now 
Hold me steady, I am reaching out

The days are blending together 
And I am doing my best 
To hold each one in my fingers
Keep some and leave the rest
I wake up and for just a second 
I toss and turn in the riptide
Then all at once my eyes open
Cutting through to the bright side

I am ready, I can say it now 
Hold me steady, I am reaching out

Dark of the year and I'm lighting fires
Fanning the flames until I remember 
I'm right at home in this endless night
Keep pulling sparks from glowing embers
I'll build a bonfire with the past
Light up the path to tomorrow
I'll plant a garden in the ash
Give it my time so that it can grow

Some days I feel like diamonds 
Some days I feel like dust
Sometimes I'm all but empty 
But faith never needed much
The angle is mine to measure
The story is mine to guide
My free will is getting sharper 
Cutting through to the bright side

***

Credits: 
Morgan Vallat, co-songwriter and guitar
Josh Trimble, bassist and encourager
Ethan Reinbach, drums
apartment #24 on Sheridan Rd. 
Chicago winters

Bright Side

track 4 of 'Letters To A Lake' - album out everywhere 1/11

***

Ten minutes till the bus comes 
Wind my mind like a patch cord 
I am still in the motion 
I am still wearing this skin

Eight minutes till the bus comes 
He’s selling perfume and newports
And the children are laughing 
While the grown ups look past them

Five minutes till the bus comes 
Now there’s three of us waiting 
And i wonder where she’s going
That girl in the fishnets

Four minutes till the bus comes 
That was my song they were playing 
Now they’re gone with the light change
Like boats on a river 

Two minutes till the bus comes
There’s a tree inside the sidewalk 
2-for-1 fast and easy 
Hey miss can you help me

One minute till the bus comes 
And everybody’s rushing 
This part’s not important 
This is only the middle 

We are meeting in the middle 
We are walking down he same street
We are meeting in the middle 
We are all here at the same time 
We are meeting in the middle 
We are meeting in the middle 
We are meeting in the middle 

We are meeting in the middle

Chicago Transit Authority

track 5 of 'Letters To A Lake', album out everywhere 1/11

***

It’s just kind of the best thing ever 

It’s two separate worlds, you know, like 

The snow melt flooded river began to glow a pale pink as the half light brightened into sunrise. Her fingers were so cold she used her teeth to untie her card pack’s leather binding. What has happened to me, she asked *
When you let go of fear

I also am just here

The candlelight picked out elements of the fresco with which the high walls were painted. A person riding the back of a great fish, all the fruits of the land ripening on a single tree *

…Chance encounters that turn into a relationship and a moment because you just see right through people and you wear your heart on your sleeve and so do I and I can just so see that

At first, the hollow, melancholy, sweet music of the flute did nothing to ease Zanja’s frustration. Like the conversation, it seemed without pattern. One note led to the next, but without sense, phrasing, or predictability *

Chance encounters 
Chance encounters
Chance encounters


*passages from ‘Fire Logic’ by Laurie J. Marks
love and thanks to 'Ren Walton for the other words

Continuum

Josh Trimble

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