Lyrics:

[verse]
Driving back from Knowlton,
I got Corey by my side.
It was a pretty quick strike,
but we're in for the long ride.

[chorus]
And before the night is over it's
black, black cables in the night.
Before my baby gets home we gotta coil black cables in the night.

[verse]
Oh yes my babe she did leave me,
Alone to work the Reper crew,
So just to find myself direction I called up Bonnie and Susan, too.

But let me tell ya if Corey wasn't driving
I'd drive this two ton wreck to you.

[chorus]

20 juillet

incomplete and bleak. rapping about being steel-toed and dangerous with a saw and a flame, in secret.

22 juillet

this may be the stupidest thing I've ever written (which is plenty different from the worst).

waitin for another rain day
I write songs cause I miss my babay
she's gone further than the eye can see
steel toed cold wet and dangerous
armed with a saw and flame, yeah!
live theatre brought to you for free!

I live in public parks!
Support your public parks!
Tax dollars in my pocket!
Shakespeare 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, go! 

she's like hermia I'm lysander
bros like puck and the fairy master
her eyes move like iambic poetry
don't forget your hat and bug spray
wear light colours on those hot days
comfort will increase efficiency

23 juillet

come on, this was bound to happen eventually. I'm sharing with you the low lows, out of love and out of (the arbitrary) principle (I created inadvertently by following through with this project) and for no other reason than that. An empty musical expression of spite and disgust towards creativity, that's it that's all.

24 juillet

the word 'anticipating' belongs to a different song but it snuck its way in there. the important thing is communicating one simple sentiment, anyway. maybe two. it's crazy, being demanded to not lose focus for a second, for those two hours. there's no room for anything else, or else.  I hope you're safe and content, wherever on earth you are.

25 juillet

Sophie? What, remoov'd? What, out of hearing, gone? No sound, no word? Speake, and if you are heare: speake of all loves!

To be spoken, sung, performed and otherwise brought into being unto a space where it will echo distinctly - even in the bustling ambiance of a city, you should be able to hear the actor's softest breath. The distinct and poignant transience of 'Sophie?' should ring out above all noise, piercing through all commotion to reveal the solitude of this moment. Where is she? What did I find, that I should have forgot? What didn't happen today that will never happen tomorrow or ever before? Ceaselessly balancing between never understanding the present in light of the past and understanding the past in light of the present! All one or the other! When was the last time you thought about how much of what you do is automatic? Be careful!

No more words, away, away!

26 juillet

closing lyrics tactfully and necessarily borrowed from a chad vangaalen song, quite possibly of the same name as the lyric. <?^#*!!!(*#)~+, (*.

27 juillet

going deep into the woods/into a hole on a day off, self-indulgent, unarmed and only secretly dangerous. tired and underprepared, oh my lord, I must sleep.

29 juillet

in fact, it was bound to happen twice. thankfully this didn't have enough disdain in it to make it unlistenable - but if there was anything to communicate, it was so deep, obscured, unassuming and equally as unimportant, which can only explain the unforgettable melodies and poignant lyrics this particular piece brings forth. a flushing out, though of little (but hopefully a useful one in the long run), with a deteriorating left knee and right brain.

30 juillet

If it were done when 'tis done, then twere well it were done quickly! The first half is an (only very slightly) updated version of the Lost Note that went beyond all hope. Perhaps I was being dramatic, it has plenty of hope.

Je t'aime, see you tomorrow!

1 - 3 août

This is a side project - my partner in crime left for India for three weeks and left nearly-daily pre-written notes to come home from work to. As a response, for every note I read I would write and record a song, the day of.

lovers asunder

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