https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aqhxbJwT6r4

Deszczowa dusza / Rainy soul

wrote down a letter
shrouded it in code
gonna mail it off in the first class post
to some unknown address
from long ago

and if ever you do see me down the road
please do not shout out
I will not slow
if I should hear some distant voice
from long ago

you coulda lit my fuse
but it's too early to say
cancel my subscription
down with the masquerade
if you're so honest 
I'm the longest day

you may lay claim 
to banish all my blues away
but it's just conjecture deception and facade
when it was you who put most of them there
anyway 

I'm mailing all of my blues away
I'm mailing all of my blues away

somewhere out in the distant multiverse
my entropy is flowing in reverse
and all my branches are forming
to build a church

where I can go and get some peace
retrieve my letter off of
the holy priest
and slowly build my life back
piece by piece

I'm mailing all of my blues away
I'm mailing all of my blues away

but you know just lately
I have come to doubt
what in the hell it is that 
I'm taking about
maybe you'd be better off without

and in about a billion years or so
I'll figure something out
you don't already know
and mail it to some address
from long ago

recorded at home on my 8 track

thanks a million for stopping by folks, really appreciate it, keep on being cool✌️

From Long Ago

The Lizard Tree

A recent collection of work that's been an enlightening yet strange journey over the past couple of months. Are we antennas picking up and channeling something outside of our own lines? Or, are we just restless and mad people banging on things to fill up the spaces, or both?

Unknown Address

Small Prelude

This is kinda dark.

Lyrics;
The empty eyes
Had seen the future
A silent heart
Had found the past

Off into the distance
An engine roars
The sound is fading
Very fast

Dead end alley
End of the road
Dead end 
is all you need to know

Yellow light darkly shines
And dimly reaches ground
Dumpsters tethered to the walls
Where treasures for lost souls are found

Moon is new
Stars beam through the dim light glare
A cool breeze
Stirs the dirty air

Dead end alley
End of the road
Dead end

The empty eyes
Had seen the future
A silent heart
Had found the past

Dead end alley
End of the road
Dead end 
is all you need to know

Dead End Alley

New To This World

It is though the curtain of time is drawn back for a glimpse outside of it--an infinity that beggars description, but Peter's lovely poetry opens a window of understanding as Dan and Seagull serenade the farthest reaches of thought.
Peter's reading:

I spin, and map the tracks of time,
Recalling of my many futures,
Scheming plans for all my pasts.
Flashed sequences of “now” enact a line
Limply held by memory sutures
To stitch a lifespan's ragged wound,…..while each imperfect “present” lasts.

But no such thing as “is”, just “was” and “will”
As history loops perpetual in spirals all of varied speed
A myriad of parallel, infinity-bound, the great design
Will miss their tryst as the pendulum continues still
And those that seek to quench their viral knowledge need
Will always be, but never fully found,…......until they step Outside of Time.

Outside Of Time (Dan-t, Peter, Seagull)

Unexpected Sparetime

Chapter 141 of 266
Chapters released every weekend. All TAFFETA tracks are created within seven days.

I use a complete hybrid of organic & electronic sounds within the scope of the Taffeta project. Nothing is out of the question and no limits are set on how things may evolve one way or another.

If you want to hear everything that has come before:
The TAFFETA Albums each contain 15 consecutive tracks and are available for free, exclusively on Bandcamp.

TAFFETA Vol. 9 is now available exclusively on Bandcamp.
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The TAFFETA Playlist is always kept up to date:
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Taffeta 141

TAFFETA | 141

*** VIDEO NOW ON YOUTUBE ***
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uNHINzt6-ds

^v^  HIGH ON A MOUNTAIN  ^v^
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Hey Babe!  What brings you here when so many seasons have gone & disappeared?
Thousands of suns & moons have drifted out of touch!
So are you gonna tell me now, we've really changed that much?

We were high on a mountain and we thought that we could fly
When the whole wide world was wondrous
Can we hold on to that time?
We were high upon a mountain and we thought that we could fly!

We all have a story and we've found our way
But are we still the people that we once were, today?
So tell me, tell me now - what, what do you see?
Do you see the angel you always saw in me?!

We were high on a mountain and we thought that we could fly!
When the whole wide world was wondrous
Can we hold on to that time?
We were high up on a mountain and we thought that we could fly!

Pretty boy you've got silver hues now!
Distinguished eyes distinguish truth...
Did your wings grow wide?
Did you fly again?
Did you touch the sky - did your dreams transcend?

What's your poison Babe? What have I missed?
Do you set the stage to show your hand or will we reminisce?

We were high on a mountain and we thought that we could fly!
When the whole wide world was wondrous - can we hold on to that time? 

Davenport/Moir

High On A Mountain

In 1936 a small town suffered plague and pestilence. 11 women gave birth to what the town described as feral, clawed, masked and lethargic￼￼ creatures. The citizens dispatched all but 3 of the mothers but strangely enough let the creatures live. The remaining mothers fostered all of the “children” and were quarantined to an abandoned and barren farm. The farm and its inhabitants became known as Sloth Camp. They were left to fend for themselves, surviving on what little they could grow and animals ( mainly rats) they could catch. An outhouse painted with images of lions and baboons and other creatures from distant lands started being worshipped by the “ children “. This is Sloth Camp...