PULLAPETAL-5

dobro track with guitar pod on one of three mono inputs; recorded in my kitchen in NOLA

lyrics:

you're always talking and you say to me:
"try and see the forest through the trees there, dear"
and i starve and i wait for your vision to come to me
but i see nothing

time passed
i awaited in a hollow
i thought that was what you'd wanted
thought that was what you'd needed
so i passed a season

i know you believe
you change the seasons
i know that that conceit keeps you breathing
but it's all but lost on me.

but you're still talking whilst you sado me
and i hear nothing but the living in the leaves
the room of mirrors is in my dream
the fever sets, suddenly

and i look through them all.
i look through all the rooms.
now i look through them all
for the skull that i lost, oh

now things are changing and they're changing me
i'm on the block and the blade, it is swinging, skinning me
everything in this world, this world is a machine
everything in this world is a machine designed to pick me clean.

and the bones are exposed
up on the block.
i'm looking through them
and i find the skull i lost.
then the rain comes and
you start to talk.

with the first drop,
time passed.
i awaited in a hollow
thinking that was what you'd wanted
thinking that was what you needed
so i passed a season.

i know you believe
you change the seasons
i know that that conceit keeps you breathing
but the meaning is lost on me.

uh oh, uh oh, uh oh, oh oh, oh no.
uh oh, uh oh huh oh, uh oh

the bones are exposed
up on the block
i'm looking through them and i find
the skull that i lost.

and but for the rain coming,
you start to talk
you start to talk
and you say, you say, to me:
"try and see the forest, without your starving, you're waiting, now come to me"

Eterniator

les paul studio and tascam digital 8 with silvertone. a version wherein I cut myself short lyrically a lot

lyrics: 

she so beautiful
looking at her picture
I dunno what to do
but I can miss her
and her
voice so light
but not the moths
that come to her laughter
let's go down to the water
i bet
if we step light
and walk right
we can make the next town by day and run a-

she so nice to me
she tries to never let me see
that as much as she is free
she is always grieving, grieving for them,
grieving, grieving on-

she still love me
even though i am imaginary
and she
will grow out of me, eventually
she still love me
even though i am imaginary
I know we're all entitled
to one, to one kind of dream and i-

her voice so light
the moths come to her laughter
and say "let's
go down to the water"
"and what?"
"if we walk light we just might
make the town by day"

and even though
she still love me, i-

can't walk
light on the river
can't walk
light on the river

so, son, beware those
who say beautiful things
for they might
promise you that the river ain't deep
(river ain't deep)

she still love me
even though i am imaginary
well, i guess, we all get, well, one type of dream at least

she still love me
even though i am imaginary
and I know that we all get one dream, one dream, one drea-

Moths (imaginary friend version)

Treaty (2011)

Last i was

MUTE POINT
1. (noun) an object with no height, length, or width; only position, and the added quality of complete silence
2.
IDANRE
1. this project is, as much as possible, directly influenced by its titular location and the works of Wole Soyinka. Mute, being who he is, has added semisequitors and narratives of his own, over the years of this project's performance. 
2. These are scraps. The album has been lost, mostly. A proper version is perhaps to come, when Point becomes a drummer.


PULLAPETAL-5

IDANRE

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