Rough draft of the track I am working on.

Valley

Valve

Buss

I pulled into the motel
White smoke flying out the back of my car
Another early end to
Another lonely day on a long road
Dodging every last friend's call

I got no end in mind
I know it's tickin time
Pickin at a pitiful scar
I wanna open it and float away
One last checkout, one long stay
You ain't gonna get very far

Thinking you're the only one
Tied up in right and wrong
Tangled in what's been done
A lifetime's lifeline

You're hangin on the ripchord
Falling faster son
Got to pull your own ripchord
Get the cord undone

Back to my room
TV,  meds, and booze
You ain't always what you did
But you are what you do
My pick me ups are bringing me down
I wanna go back, head up, eye contact
A kiss on the lips on the subway track
Our safe word is "baby is I love you"

Hanging on an apron string
Twisting in a one mile wind
Crashing in the end
Pull the cord, begin again

You're hangin on the ripchord
Falling faster son
Got to pull your own ripchord
Get the cord undone

Solo
[Is it ever too late
To wave your hand
Stop stop, I wanna drop from
Sight of myself]

[Next month is almost here
And I can barely stand
How am I supposed to walk
On streets so uneven]

No hanging on an apron string
Gonna make our own end
Y'all can just call us them
Cut the cord
Begin again

Ripchord-demo03v2

time moves fast
trying not to crash (yuh)
this aint you no more
i dont want to 
crash crash nah
dont wanna crash out
to crash crash nah
got me feelin like im left out

pour a couple of drinks 
didnt know any better (yuh)
pour me another one
hopin it leads me back to you
to you..
watching my text
gotta confess 
missing that dress nah (yuh)
dont want another one 
wanna leave this all for you.
 
is it something i cant? (nah nah)
baby right on my knee (nah nah)
baby why dont you please come back
why dont you come back
just waiting for your text

tired of feeling like you know whats right
yuh yuh
you know we've been through...
but i want you back
yuh yuh
dont wanna give in
but im tempted too
yuh yuh
give me reason 
i would fall right through

give me a reason yuh
but the temptation is killing me
slowly
i dont wanna go back home i-
lost in your lies yuh
dont wanna give up nah
we could just talk through this
just give me a sign nah nah


time moves fast
trying not to crash (yuh)
this aint you no more
i dont want to 
crash crash nah
dont wanna crash out
to crash crash nah
got me feelin like im left out

crash out. (prod._jhai)

The Junkers  circa 2003-2005. Mickey Ephrath, Mateen Ansary, Zane Chao, Kerem Efe. Mickey was Lead Singer, Guitar Player, Songwriter and Recording Engineer. He was about 14 when he wrote and produced this with The Junkers.  

Tangibility

Moon base two

Mickey (God-like) Leor (My Light) Ephrath - Born 3/28/91 - Died 1/7/2013 - In his short life, he read a lot of books, wrote a lot of poetry and music, produced a lot of great songs, made a lot of people happy, made some mad as hell, broke more than a few hearts, had a lot of friends, lost more than a few, loved deeply, lived fully, and always took the path that he chose.  He will be missed!  But, may his creativity and music live on.  

Knowing Mickey's feelings and thoughts about God, rather than traditional liturgy, our Rabbi read the following poem, written by Chaim Nachman Bialik, on the 7th and last day of Shiva with the family at his graveside. The poem was originally written in Hebrew.

After My Death by Chaim Nachman Bialik  

After My Death
Say this when you mourn for me:

There was a man - and look, he is no more.
He died before his time.
The music of his life suddenly stopped.
A pity! There was another song in him.
Now, it is lost.
Forever.

A great pity! 
He had a guitar,
a living, speaking soul
to which he uttered the secrets of his heart,
making all its strings vibrate,
save one he kept inviolate.
Back and forth his supple fingers danced,
one string alone remained entranced
still unheard.

A pity!
All its life that string quivered,
silently shook,
yearned for its song, its mate,
as a heart saddens before its fate.
Despite delay, it waited.
Mutely beseeching its saviour lover
who lingered, loitered, and did not come.

Great is the pain!
There was a man - and look, he is no more.
The music of his life suddenly stopped.
There was another song in him.
Now it is lost.
Forever.




Tangibility

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