Name: Pants Wearin Woman by Petroleum Jelly
Duration: 3 min 9 s
Description: In these dark days The female form is shrouded in denim. This is an ode to the better days when ladies wore dresses and showed lots of gorgeous leg.

Leavin' room for improvement
So it can only get better from here
Weavin' through the movement
'Cause we don't see the letters, they're unclear

When the symbols cease to represent the idea that they once did
And the nimble pieces fled your head
It's time to return to the center

Do our words betray us
in trying to capture the feeling that we describe?
Or do these verbs create us,
confining our maps to reveal only what we can define?

Whatchagonnathinkifyoucan'tthinkinwords?

Can we observe the truth occur,
and then preserve that truth in words?
Or are the words absurd?

Logos

Mysterious

Plats - Last Summer's Dust

ew no

A taste of things to come for my capstone project and first album for The Peruvian Shakedown project! Special thanks to Lucas, Nick, Jena, Cory, Josh, Andy and everyone who has helped with this. 

PeruvianShakedown HolleringField

I came across a book about corvids (crows, jays, jackdaws, etc) one day at a local used book store. One section describes how corvids are known to mourn their dead. A story developed in my mind months later:

Two magpies love each other and build a family together. But, one day, the male decides he wants to become a human being--to live a different life. The catch is he will forget everything about his previous life. He decides to go ahead with it and has a witch change him into a human. In his changed state he cannot remember his children or his beloved, and begins a new and different life of his own.

The female magpie is left behind. When she finds out she finds and follows him around, calling to him incessantly, trying desperately to strike some kind of chord in his memory. This is her story.

Mourning Magpie

A simple song about being taken by the one you trusted.

Wool

Adventure

Girls with mustaches need lovin' too.

adding percussion proved difficult, so there is none

My Baby Has A Mustache

Song for the misunderstood truck enthusiast.

MY DICK IS FRIKKIN HUGE SON!

In these dark days The female form is shrouded in denim. This is an ode to the better days when ladies wore dresses and showed lots of gorgeous leg.

Pants Wearin Woman

Petroleum Jelly

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