It's stupid hot right now, so here's a memory of standing on the porch, listening to music, watching the snow fall through the curiously orange city light air. Completely lost in the moment, really. Then comes the realization that it's, like, 3 in the morning. But no, just hold on to this a bit longer. Shit, it's 4 IN THE MORNING, GO TO BED!

Lonely Light

Call it a product of moving, or evolution, or venting...or call it a song about writing songs; any which way, you'd be right.
Enjoy.
Cheers!

Space Created

A little something about resolutions,
though I couldn't tell you what they are.

Paradigm Shift

Tripping again
Through the headspace
The same as we did yesterday
Routine is strange
But it keeps us safe
Nothing's changed
Except everything
[...]
There's always one more thing I need to remember
And always one more thing to remind me what I need to do
This seems familiar
But it seems like my "to do" list never gets shorter
No matter what I do
So help me
Does this sound familiar

Am I really just running in circles
Am I really just treading the same old ground
And if so
Would somebody tell me that
Do I always end up back where I started
Wish I could get through all these situations
And just go around
But I guess I'm doing that
Oh no
[...}
But this one's gonna be different
I'm gonna make this one stand out
It's gonna have its own theme music
For whenever it walks around
Yeah

Tripping In The Headmusic

Darling get behind me
Hurry up and stay close
Just keep your thoughts focused
On those you love most
Hold my hand tightly
And don't let go
I didn't really plan for this
Thought you should know
There's a safe place around the corner
Just around the bend
We'll lay low for a while
Until the end...

Darling stay beside me
Shut up and stay near
Just keep your eyes peeled
Until it's all clear
Hold my hand tightly
And don't let go
I didn't really plan for this
Just thought you should know
I didn't mean to yell at you
I don't want to fight
Let's just sit here a while
And wait out the night...

Here they come
They'll be on us soon...

Darling please remind me
What gave us away
Everywhere we go now
Is another place we cannot stay
Hold my hand tightly
And don't let go
I never meant for this
Just thought you should know
Don't be scared now
But I think they're coming near us
Save your last words
Now hush I think they hear us...

Hush
They'll be on us soon...

Hush, I Think They Hear Us

It begins with a little twitch
A subtle seismic shift in your expression
Because you keep how you feel
Concealed by your poker face
But your body can't maintain
That surface tension

Did you see that
Did you feel that
Did you give another moment's consideration
Did you see that
Did you feel that
Did you extrapolate all the possible implications

It's a sign
Or a chasm
The difference between strangers and lovers
How the light
Hit your eye
A refraction gone unnoticed
To all the others

But I noticed
I could swear I did
I saw a ghost in the lighthouse
Casting shadows
But if not
Had I looked away
What difference would it make
And would it matter

I'm second guessing myself
Drawing a line between possibility
And what's real
Thought you might
Spill off the side
But the meniscus is intact
Hasn't lost its seal

But there was something
I could swear there was
A stranger in the cockpit
Pushing buttons
And if I
Had acknowledged you
Would it have meant the world
Or amounted to nothing


Second Guessing

Am I contagious
Am I appearing ill
Am I delirious
Or is this real
Are these fever dreams
I'm perceiving
All my own

Are these neuroses
Baring teeth
Trojan horses
Sneaking up on me
Could I conceive
Of leaving myself alone

If I was mistaken
For someone else
Would I correct them
Identify myself
Or would I be the person
They saw all along

Are these convictions
Guiding me
Or bad directions
Misleading me
Once I'm lost
Can I still find
My way back home


Am I Contagious

We've put some distance behind us
Only halfway to go
Said the same thing yesterday
So who really knows
When we get to Aurora
We can take our time
Until then we keep moving
So don't fall behind

Forward march
Across the night
Endlessly northbound
For the city of lights
The city of lights

We're halfway there again
Why's it always the same
Thought we'd made some progress
But I can't see a thing
There's a realization
Nobody can teach
Sometimes the destination
Is one we can't reach

Forward march
Across the night
Endlessly northbound
For the city of lights
The city of lights

I could swear we're almost there
Don't know where but we're almost there

City Of Lights

So you've lost your rhythm
Terminally out of sync
And the choices you're given
Leave you questioning
Now it's all around you
This unshakeable doubt
So you keep it hidden
Until you find your way out
Yeah

So your indecision
Has left you wandering listless
And by your own admission
It's been a while since you've impressed
Now it's all around you
This unshakeable doubt
So you keep it hidden
Until you find your way out
You'll get there
(Soon)
(Soon)
You'll get there
(Soon)
You'll get there soon

So you've lost your ambition
Content with everything
But with no aspirations
There is only shame
Now it's all around you
This unshakeable doubt
So you keep it hidden
Until you find your way out
You'll get there
(Soon)
(Soon)
You'll get there
(Soon)
You'll get there soon

Keep It Hidden

There is a certain degree of certainty when guessing what comes at the end. However, only complete uncertainty accompanies what comes after.

Emergency Broadcast

Summer is here, but you can't play outside AND work at the same time.
Decisions, decisions...

This is dedicated to the memory of Brock Stokke, who never had to weigh his options because he only knew how to play.


Vital

Bald Ryan is an English Major from Montana trying to make sense of his degree. Through the use of guitar, keys, drum pads, saxophone, voice, a spare room (Spare Bedroom Records!), and a laptop, he is beginning to reach an understanding to the questions of "how" and "why" (he also minored in philosophy).

His turn-ons include "themes," "guitar solos," "vocal harmonies," and "over-arcing story-lines."

If this sounds like your cup of tea, feel free to enjoy one, or several--they are all on the house.

Don't forget, ears can survive without music (although that sounds like a miserable existence) but music cannot survive without ears. So please; listen, comment, favorite, and maybe even follow. Above all else, ENJOY!

Cheers.

~Sir Baldness

Bald Ryan

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