she was chasing the moon and then she fell
he was climbing the moon tree and then she fell. 
(SOPHIE) ©owen work in progress

Moon Tree /She Was Chasing The Moon

Somewhere Else

wishbones and bows

I’m tired of my own reflection
I’m tired of
the sound of my guitar 
to the best of my recollection
I’ve never crawled out this far 

I’m an architect kickin out windows,
a gardener who's gone colorblind,
a bookend on a park bench sighin’
out memories of our skin 
and breath entwined

Is love a circle forever,
or just some words on a page 
is it granite or gold or never,
old wishbones and bows tied on a cage 

i need the full moon to feel
I need to know my heart is real
I'm a grown man in a candy store cryin'
theres nothing left here to steal

the shape of your body lyin'
across somebody’s else’s big brass bed
 i just had to give up tryin
and finish our song instead

Wishbones And Bows - song by Owen Plotkin ©2022

original music. lofi. no production. no noise reduction. 
my songs. you can play them better than I can.

Hangover City

don't grow old.
you will be lost
don't grow old.
you will be lost
your time has come
stand up
and been seen
the Summer sun 
loves only green
Autumn's gasping color
Winter's insistent gray
Spring's rain and romance
I'll hear you sing
I'll watch you dance
 my overdubbed second guitar. original music acoustic guitar. the rough idea for the opening of a longer piece someday.

A Summer Song original music. don't grow old.rough idea.wip

Queen Eleanor

what can i give you that you don't have
i shake my head, I lower my gaze,
one hundred roses, Egyptian sage
a thousand words, an empty page
Queen Eleanor of Aquitaine
obsidian hair in mornings' rain
my heart and thoughts wound round your eyes
my mouth an open field of sighs 
your fingers played your hair still wet
your face a dream I can't forget
your fingers played your hair still wet
before I begin I've lost the war  
a fantasy that cannot sleep...

Queen Eleanor of Aquitaine.  ©owen plotkin 2010

Peace To All

Just a sighing against the dying of the light. no rage. no thunder.
Opus None (a song. a work in progress)

Opus None (a song. a work in progress)

just a sighing against the dying of the light, no rage, no thunder... work in progress

Opus none - old early version first draft work in progress

Opus None work in progress

Eleanor and Quixote (old first draft writing a work in progress) morning scratchy voice extra

Stone and glass

free association of trying to write a song  @op lots of shitty stuff

The Process of Writing Blinding And Blue - Gray suburban resurrection Unfinished

We must nurture our better selves and not feed the worst of our natures. demo recorded in Hoboken NJ, early 2000’s 
©️owenplotkin  “I killed the crocodile
boiled down his skin
ate that foul broth
the crocodile's within
I killed the stallion
boiled down his bones
drank that bloody broth
I and I alone
I killed the lion
lured him with the goat
skinned him to the teeth
I wear the lion coat
I killed the white bear
broke his neck in two
the eagle flies above 
the sky is red not blue
I killed my Father
I laid him to his rest
his watchful soul gone wandering
his heart beats in my chest
I killed the crocodile
boiled down his skin
ate that foul broth
the crocodile's within

owen plotkin

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