EXHALE

My dear old friend drop on by
My dear old friend drop on by
You know the fist is held up high
My dear old friend drop on by

My neighbour dear don’t you see
My neighbour dear don’t you see
The blue souvenir on my cheek
My neighbour dear don’t you see

Hold your breath exhale

My mailman come on through
My mailman come on through
Bring your hound let her loose
My mailman come on through

My small home town don’t you see
My small home town don’t you see
What’s going down in your street
My small home town don’t you see

Hold your breath exhale

My daughters dear we did good
My daughters dear we did good
No tears to shed your daddy’s dead
My daughters dear we did good

Let’s plant some roses here instead
Let’s plant some roses here instead
Let’s dig a hole, put Pa to bed
And plant some roses here instead

Hold your breath exhale

The Bleeding Tree

Exhale

Caught this one on the way up through to consciousness after a deep sleep.
The refrain sat in that space just after a dream and just before full awareness. Hearing it, I chose to stay in that space long enough to roll the refrain on repeat and try grasp it. Once I had caught it and understood the structure, I proceeded to surface into the world. Still groggy and holding onto the refrain, like holding a vapour, I rolled over and sang it into my phone. As I began to work on it the rest appeared, rolling out all at once, giving full form to the sound.

Sometime in Summer 2014 No 01

Have been spending a lot of time working under the piercing sun this past month, dust up my nose, wind burnt lips, with time between hammer swings to look up and watch the world drift over the fields.
The clouds are enormous puffs holding nothing but air and yet look so dense you would swear a knife could slice through them, cutting the clouds in two, making the pieces fall to the ground.
High above in the pine trees, a flock of ibis croak, resting, watching us for a while before they continue on there way to deliver souls. The galahs swoop in for a chat and quickly dart off, chaotically dancing around each other in as they make their way across the sky. In the fields the big wet noses and curious gazes watch me while I work.


Sometime in Summer 2015 No 1

THE SONG
Trumpet and Euphonium, multitrack

THE STORY
Surfacing through waves, every experience of the water breaking across the skin of my face runs though my memory. There is no ending, only eternal memory, as the beginning or start never existed. The air pressure and water play against each other, rolling the colours of the sky around, refracting and distorting the spectrum.
Under water there is no need for sight as the sensation of water holds me, the bubbles slide up my skin, the density suspends me and for a moment I hang in space. Then the ocean rejects me and I return to air.

Sometime in Summer 2015 No 02

I see the wind fall in and past my window.
Thoughts are picked up, from the drifters in the street below, twisted and spun into the crackle of the air creating a swirling spire of debris. Broken leaves snapped from the branch, dance on the draft between the glass gullies, ascending the height of high towers in seconds.
Thoughts spoken at dusk will be blown away by dawn.

Sometime in Autumn 2015 No 01

SONG
Sometime in Autumn 2015 No.02
Nord Lead 2X, Organ and Voice. Multitrack


STORY

Are you ready cos it’s time to go
I know my darling I’ve been working for so long
But before we fly I have one thing to say
Don’t get swept up in the sky

The wings are light but they come at a price
Freedom is fragile so you gotta treat it right
The higher you can fly the further you can fall
So don’t get swept up in the sky

When your up in the sky so wide
It’s easy to get lost in all of that space
Just find a point and fly to your new home
Don’t get swept up in the sky

The sun is tempting with it’s warmth and light
But then you’ll want all the stars in the sky
You better be prepared to put out the fire
Don’t get swept up in the stars

Now we need to jump right off the edge
Loose sight of this shore for a very long time
I’ve put on my wings, I’m ready to jump again
I won’t get swept up in the sky
I’ll choose a point and fly to my new home
I won’t get swept up in the sky

Sometime in Autumn 2015 No 02

Jumping the spaces, leaping from one to the other. It is the space between the leaps that blurs the perception of existence and where beauty can be found, in nothingness.

Sometime in Autumn 2015 No 03

I am standing under giants
Thinly covered in trees
They stand in a line and push to the ocean
Holding back    rain
Holding the sun in 


Sometime in Winter 2015 No 01

Film score for Georgie Mattingley's film, premiered at the olf Ajax foundry, Kyneton Contemporary Art Triennial, April 13 - 21, 2018 in Kyneton, Victoria, Australia.

Floating Flower Film

https://kirstinhoney.bandcamp.com/album/lear

Our darker moment
Crawling towards death
Nothing comes of nothing

We loved her most
But our displeasure pierced 
Truths a dog to tie

Do not grow old
Till you have been wise
Life is cheap as beasts

I’ll be the pattern of patience
More sinned than sin
Come to this great stage of fools

Her truth destroyed me
The lies consumed me
My mind betrayed me
Storm inside out

Truth Destroys

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