happy easter

How are you sure that when you sleep you sleep alone?
I've checked my bed a thousand times and no one's home
I've envied depths of greater minds
Through different spaces, different times
I feel alone

I just wish your walls were built just a little bit thicker
I just wish your will was stronger than the liquor
As you detoxed the poison out
I heard your violent throaty shouts
You're getting sicker

(pretentious guitar solo)

“Hang on,” I said, “I’m having second thoughts”
Big surprise, she said it turned her off
That winter I learned words could not
Replace the graze of skin up in your loft

I'll admit to being misled from time to time
But reality intrudes, no fault of mine
To be addicted to reclusion
Your bed a kingdom and a fortress and an illusion

I’ve lost my sense of what a week feels like for years
And the listlessness has given birth to fear
Its antithesis comes crashing
Manifesting acting rashly
Feeling queer

If you kiss the whip that scorns you, that’s your fault 
It’s the lipstick stain you leave that won’t come off 
But this water laced tastes sweeter
And i come back to the feeder
For one more drop

(poseur bass solo)

I’ve made peace with time gone past and lost forever
But I’ve yet to accept that the future never comes
I just hope god finds me fresh confessed
And dressed in Sunday best
When the deed is done

If i saw 10,000 days come pass me by
I’d shake the hand of each and thank them for their time
Before they march me to my deathbed
The only safe space that i get
Before i die

Substance Abuse

Soul Meets Body

in which I sound like a prepubescent cover band

Sublime - "Date Rape" (Cover)

This was just a shitton of fun. S/O to my girlfriend Paige for nailing the vocals (especially the "woo"s)!

If the drums sound a bit robotic it's because they are; they were recorded via the "Drums!" app on my iPad. Primitive, but I hope it gets the job done.

"I Wish I Was Someone Better" - Blood Red Shoes (cover)

Man, the voice-cracking is strong in this one. Still boatloads of fun. Nothing like singing a story about a two-timing husband and his tribulations with the missus and his mistress.

I chose not to switch gendered words because:
- I'm comfortable enough in my heterosexuality to refrain.
- "Does He Love You?" was originally composed by Jennifer Lewis.
- I try not to be an artistically compromising bitch.

"Does He Love You?" - Rilo Kiley (cover)

We Both Go Down Together + Leslie Anne Levine

my voice isn’t really cut out for this song but w/e

whatever

"Reptilia" - The Strokes (cover)

Because jazz history finals are daunting.

So I should've had this sooner, my apologies :( I got caught up in schoolwork, but HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY DOPPELGANGER

"Tribute" - Tenacious D

henceforth: ending any song with a transition to Dreams is called “pulling a [Colin] Meloy”

“Fall Down” (cover)

(1st draft)

well i live
in the core
of a rot
and i stare
out the sores
and i point at the world and judge

as the stench
overwhelms
overcomes
over me
over you
and we’re left with barrels
of rotten apples
and we never stopped it at all

i’ve been think-
ing a lot
and i think
that the way
we get apples
is tragic, a scam at best

but they pay
by the box
and it’s all
there’s to do
so you do
at the fate of being
squeezed through the wringer
and trodden upon to success

Where you goin?
I wanna talk to you
there’s just something
i felt in my gut
when we met
when we touched
when we realized that
this wasn’t a trifle
this path that we crossed was much more

wherever i’m going i want you to go and
whatever you’re doing i wanna be doing through you

it might be obsession
or even a sickness
are we waiting for conditions to change,
or for things to improve?
i can’t wait anymore here for you!

(bullshit ensues [2:40-6:20])

as we lay
in our beds
wait for death
oh my god
OH MY GOD
what a waste of potential gone

but at least
you’re okay
i just hope
that you got
what you wanted
cause i think i’ve learned
a tragic lesson
a final impression
as the darkness closes
how fragrant the roses
they’ll throw
scattered amongst the ruins


do you believe
in a life
after work?
to get rich or try dying?
cause it looks
like i won
i’m on top
yay for me
camps for you
but i can’t help think
it would’ve been nice to
let impulses drive you
because indecision
is still a decision
bipartisan empire
comes raining down hellfire
and agony rises
like cream on top of subsidized corn
stockpiled for war

Red Delicious (demo)

how long
can the ripe fruit so dangle tempestuously?
now the ravens are crowding around as they’ve found
the glistening harvest, plump and round.

how long
till the winds buffet it off its branch to the ground
where it splatters, ferments, feeds the soil and worms
and sinks in the dirt as spring takes a turn?

for worse
or better the earth takes a vow and the flies take a bow;
buzzing bridesmaids will scatter remains of the flower,
a sacrifice sacred: a sacrament taken

sickness!
it seems it all was for naught as the soil turns to drought.
inconsistency reaps now the seeds that it’s sown:
unfamiliar features, and none are their own

silently, slowly, in footsteps most holy, yearning yet learning:
no time for discerning what you meant from the stench of a mess that came out of your mouth -
a jumbled stretch to your left of what’s better for you or for me?
i don’t see what you’re going for here.
i hope you make yourself clear really soon, cause i’m bored.
i’ve heard the same old story a thousand times or more:
:( i’m too busy right now :(
or :( my car broke :(
:( my dad died :(
you act like i care.
on your knees, kiss my feet.
my attention’s your lifeline a fortnight or two;
now get working, or you’ll have to bounce right out that door.

(instrumental break)

all alone the moose he stood
laughing in a shot up wood
And all along the river bed
the hunter-gatherers gasped and bled...

...the hunters gathered, gasped, and bled.

Harvest (demo)

i love to do bodies and spaces
it makes me feel good
like i’m getting smarter
like i’m going places

oh no i know you’re racist
and i know your irony leaves no trace
no pencil marks to erase

and am i in too deep?
i guess i’ll never know
i can’t stop digging now

but there’s still hope for you yet!
just have goodwill on your own
keep that momentum rolling, golden pony
like a rolling stone

i love to wake up woke and on my toes
it makes me better than you
but you’re okay, i suppose

it’s hard to be so right
when my feet smell like roses
but Moses himself lost the primary, right?

(I mean, am I fuckin right?)

no hint of self-awareness
don’t dare disturb your highness
though he’s obviously shriveled with cold

volunteer to be the better man
be tough and heartless to the criticism
pretend you knew the answer all along
it’s not your fault they’re laughing
or that you’re on your own

bodies
spaces
no more

Bodies & Spaces (demo)

ok fine

whatever happened to your trusty ride?
it was iconic
a real Habsburg thoroughbred
surprised it never left you dead
it felt so supersonic, it seemed near demonic

tearing down the avenue at 2 in the morn
all the neighbors were your haters, it was suburban warfare
but we had to put your baby down
oh we put your sweet baby down

pissing off the pigs when you redlined the red light
reading your name in the cop beat by twilight
wasn’t worth the trouble at all
i guess i thought about it
and it wasn’t worth the trouble at all

goodbye gold pony, goodbye
they’re gonna liquefy you into glue when you die
so that at least you’re cohesive for once in your life
that’s fine, it’s fine
you’re fine, so fine

there’s something rotten in the air
take a smog check
get that paycheck
get your ass wrecked
get your car wrecked
wrapped around that red light

as if i worked the nights for free
don’t feel guilty
‘cause you couldn’t be me
i sold myself for pennies on the dollar
i told myself i’d talk to her
i told myself that i would call her
but the noose i got on sale
is snug around the collar

now my hands are glued 
and yours are stuck to mine
so go and hang your horses out to dry

goodbye gold pony, goodbye
they’re gonna liquefy you into glue when you die
so that at least you’re cohesive for once in your life
that’s fine, it’s fine
i’ll pay no mind

it sounds insane but last night i had a dream
that we walked in the park and stopped behind a tree
as you pulled down your shorts and i gave you head
and your toes curled tight as you felt a little death

swoop low ‘cross your conscious
damn! you near blacked out
with fistfuls of locks
in white knuckles devoutly
holding on tight to the one good thing
all summertime long
(but it was just a dream)

i heard my name cried out
to the canopy above
i felt the tremble
of your legs seizing up
i felt a moment land
soft on the dew
i heard the forest
but i tasted you

goodbye gold pony, goodbye
they’re gonna liquefy you into glue when you die
so that at least you’re cohesive for once in your life
that’s fine, it’s fine
you’re so fuckin’ fine (!)
mount me like your pony
and drive me out of my mind

whatever happened to your golden whip?
it was iconic

Glue (demo)

EMAIIIIL WIIIIIIFE

stupid Garageband cut me off at 640 measures right before I was gonna break into The Island. that’ll be for the next arrangement

The Crane Wife Suite (Decemberists Cover)

A Day In The Life (Beatles cover)

matchmaker, matchmaker
make me a match
make me a catch on tinder
please, no splinters
my nails are much too short to pluck ‘em out

but if I do
I know then hell has broken loose
the growing entropy was far too much
to rein it all in

i know a girl
who keeps her cuticles
she’s beautiful
but she, like me,
keeps other vices closer

so close, in fact, that she succumbed to human ego
just like me
i wore my sadness like a shroud
till it wore me

i‘m tired of taking
i just want to build and to give

shoutout to Nostradamus
who knew the guy was marxist?
the decoy subsumed artifact before you

pink poppies blooming
pierced the bulb and hit it deep
they’re gonna sneak it in the water
but the Schedule 1s make labor
just to ride the lightning complex
so drink deep, don’t think about it 
any more

i’m tired of taking
i just want to build and to give
i just want 
i just want
i just
i just
i i i ...

your temple stood so proud
on its island in the ocean
till the rising tide sank it below the sea

the ocean bleached
its sin inherited and coral reefs
the turtle eggs cracked in the heat

Prophecies

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