Nothing DOing

Nothing Doing

So Much for That

Song by Bryan Ciliberto
Drums - Henri Ciliberto

Every day and night I walk these streets
every crack is named and growing
it will spread until the whole world caves in on itself
soon nothing at all will be unfamiliar
even the word ‘nothing’ will be understood
I stand on a plank overlooking pure bliss
while the silence echos in the back of my brain
they’ll be no word for silence either

help me I can’t help myself
help me I can’t help myself
over the river and through the hood 
to the blue light lounge we go
the fists will fly if someone dies 
well that's just how it goes

The sky looked down on him with yellow contempt
the fog seemed to move backward and follow him through the downtown streets
it was Christmas time and men were erecting a giant tree full of lights
an electric eel slithered into the streets and into the sewer 
as shoppers made there way into a 5 star hotel
all he could think about was his broken belt
it was 7:54 on the downtown street

I stood on the bridge overlooking the river
I could see the sun reflecting a million tiny pearls of light off the water
as the river flowed past it appeared they stood still
I slowly made my way across to the opposite shore

Unfamiliar

Vocals, guitar, and songwriting by Rich Adlin

Colorado Flood (by Rich Adlin)

Winding down just letting go of what is there.

Improv 11-9-24

Clouds Over My Head

Unwilling prince

Along the Tennessee

Running low

Better to be sure

Gus of Glacier, unknown rival to the infamous Rudolph, offers his services to Santa and is snubbed due to an image problem. But that's not how the story ends...

Special thanks to Neil Coleman on Mandolin and "Flute"

Gus of Glacier

Robert Felker