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flicker

Circuitous Thoughts

limerence

Miserable Skin

Dust

Generation’s

Trouble (Valerie Broussard) Karaoke

Starry Night CUT

Burning In electric

This is the sound of relaxation and my mind as of late. Lyrics:

Fire, bleeding through my eyes.
Desire, keeping me alive.
I'll keep rollin' down this slipp'ry slop of mine.

Ocean, sending me a message in a bottle.
This motion, putting me to sleep in your waters.
I'll keep holding down this little hope of mine.

Woodland, housing me in soothing meditation.
This old land, history of quiet jubilation.
I'll keep rolling down this slipp'ry slope of mine.
I'll keep holding down this little hope of mine.

Salvation for me
has nothing to do with words
I'll be there soon
Meet you there soon.

Windy shores off the coast of Oregon,
They hold me and beauty in a simple cardigan.

I'll keep rolling down this slipp'ry slope of mine
I'll keep holding down this little hope of mine.

Meditation (Acoustic)

flicker in the light frist draft

This morning, a very dear friend of mine's mother passed away. I didn't know her too well, but she is one of the most interesting and free spirited people I have ever met. This is dedicated to her. I just heard it for the first time today thinking about her and felt it wanted to sing my heart out to wherever she may be now. You are loved Carrie and Megan.

Rustle of the stars, A Silent Film (Cover)

An older recording. Truly one about being trans. This is based off a dream I had many years ago where I was being chased, but out paced the crowd, and flew up into the sky beyond their reach. It was exhilarating and terrifying. In high school, at the prom, I wore a spiffy suit, and my guy friends all told me they wished they looked that good in a suit. It gave me great gender feels, but then so much of the time when out and about if it’s discovered that I am not what someone perceived, I often see a feeling of deceit and betrayal… as an empathetic person I have to shield myself from other’s micro reactions to my very existence so that I can validate myself when it’s not immediately accessible to me, and sometimes violently absent from my day to day. Holding that space for others is exhausting. Sometimes I have trouble holding it just for myself. This song was also written around the time of my divorce, so it was also about how married life wasn’t for me the way I had been living it. 

Out in the stormy fields
The blueprints of men chase after my heels
A shadowy mob in black
Tried to suppress me but I pushed them back

The guys
Suits and their ties
Refute about mine
The perfect disguise 

There was enough distance between 
The grabbing of ankles and freedom i gleaned
I couldn’t just play the part
It wasn’t enough for the state of the art

They tried
To pull down the blinds
Confused about mine

The perfect disguise

The powers I gained from running away
Could have spared me every heartache I made
And how can I not relax
Attentively waiting 
For this too shall pass

The guys
Oh how they tried
Confused about mine

The perfect disguise

state of the art (rough)

A lusty song of love and adoration for a lover. It is honestly still one of the best I feel I’ve come up with. It’s honest, and remains true to this day. It’s about the insecurities of loving and sex as a queer person. There is so much tied into being trans and finding a partner after heartbreak. Carving a new relationship with relationships, and this touches on that sense of insecurity about even HOW to love. I’m here for the heat, but it may take a while to warm up, or the temperature might not be consistent- I’m here for it but it won’t be easy. I hope the vibe of this song makes the hips wiggle!

I wanted to drink the water than ran down your face
Getting lost in the woods and caught in the rain
You tied up it all and i watched as it falls
Attempts at seduction, a subtle abduction, halt

Darlin’, you don’t know how you’ve mistaken me for easy lovin’

I want it to take all of your wake to move me
Deeper into the gleam of your mighty shireen
With every drop of salt that you spill without thought

You don’t know how you’ve mistaken me for easy lovin’

And now I find that I’m underdressed in a liminal space, 
A beautiful rest, a luminous place.

And you break me in two under the light of the full half moon
While you’re ringing me like a bell
With every signal I’m resounding

You don’t know how you’ve mistaken me for easy lovin’

A Liminal Space

Ghost Town Rough

Hi my name is Kris, is the Artist’s name. We are a 29 year old nonbinary transgender man, piano technician, business owner. We greatly enjoy and advocate for creativity, especially in music, for the individual and the collective soul. We create our music as a therapeutic outlet to cope with our lives and the world. It brings us joy to share this with you and to be heard. Thank you for listening.

Kris P Salami

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