for james joyce

while it taps the window pane
silver snow, mirrored light
now the time has finally come

the snow is falling, the wind blows
to take it where it needs to go

the snow is falling, the wind blows
caps my grandfather’s headstone

the snow is falling, the wind blows
sticks to our wool, head to toe

the snow is falling, the wind blows
take me where I need to go

the snow is falling (for james)

last mix I could do, some levels are off but harddrive crashed and lost the stems. Oh well.
Video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lEeJP6qdjbw

I don't have a clue
don't have a clue
all the things you saw in me
you took with you

so when i say that i love you
well i do
i don’t ask why
take what you can and shut up


i just wanted to know you
i didnt wanna destroy you
see what hides inside of your core
so i tore each limb off
im sure i wouldve killed you
if it meant that i was your boy

when I tell you I love you 
well I love you
don't ask why:
take what you can and shut up

Shut up!

you're collecting hobbies and you say it's kind of odd
that working and consumption serve the function of a god
If you get out of bed today and feel like shutting off
i'll catch your fall

If sisyphus is smiling then you must like your job
if there are children starving you must drink the tears you sob

You roll out of bed just like a boulder down a hill-
it only takes a twig to snap before you find the will
if God is in your dreams today I'm sure he loves you still
I know I do

If sisyphus is crying then I guess all bets are off
If there are children starving then we'll feed 'em to the dogs

Shut off

From LUWUM's forthcoming LP "Places Worn," out this summer.

LUWUM - A Weird Flash

A cinematic western-folk requiem told in twelve parables — from desolation to communion, from dusk to dawn.
Harlan Crowe’s baritone carries the grit of the desert; Sora’s soprano carries its light.
The Spanish classical guitar is the road itself: steady, unbroken, eternal.

Dust in the Air

dumb

Baltic Light

hell bent on there being no sentiment
I’m here again and it’s been, yeah it’s went
one less left

it’s not what you earn, it’s how you spend it
i’m starting to learn, this won’t be any different
can’t help but forget the effort
still not my turn, oh this is how it’s ending

go on and get up, get better

one less left

fouled off or a towel drop
runnin my mouth, i got got
yes sir, you’re the boss
but shit's shot, you should surely cut your losses

it’s mornin four o’clock
but not there it’s not
a dull mull, for what?
you're still stuck at a stop

undone, yet like a knot

Shut up!

memory wears