Some of the unreleased demos from "Make Way For Goodbyes" with Cloud Mac https://soundcloud.com/cloudmacx

Make Way For Goodbyes, an 8-track project, was compiled over the course of 2020 and released in December 2020. 

You can stream it here: https://fanlink.to/MakeWayForGoodbyes

If You Want Me Girl

touchscreen luv ft. tyler coolidge

Has it arrived? 
The hesitant resurfacing of the sublime, 
from the confines of ambition. 
The quivering admission of we’re not so different you and I. 
Thus urge the gut, trust lest you regress. 
Sun kissed, my feet swept. Upend the oath kept. 
Weary arms outstretched, I unexpect. 
Wary, I inch toward it. Fearful the artform distorts it. 
Rather clumsily catch and set free than bask in what’s left to let be. 

Family car ride, dad passenger side, now I drive. 
City lights meant naptime, 
I’d wake when we’d pull through the gate. 
Least I could do for a birthday. 
Most I could say was a smile. Inside, I soared. 
Mom said she saw me crying through a window, 
left me to dry my eyes with the group.
She said to herself, “Someday, he’ll make it through,
Someday, he’ll know what I always knew.” 
One day, she told me that came true. 
I weeped like fireworks. 
My sister and I thumbing through records, laughing like we used to. 
Time traveling, salvaging innocence, polishing, restoring. Mending. 
Future can wait, I’m sated remembering. 
Not without its thorns. Roses vigorously plucked,
A beauty worth bleeding for.
Breathing like I mean it more. 
The privilege to people watch. 
Imagining. A narrative is alive where you only enrichen.
I promise I’ll publish it. Nonfiction. When I find my footing.
The miracle of finding our footing. 
Embarrass me. Tear me to shreds. 
More confetti to celebrate us reuniting. 
Basking in the failure to capture. 
This doesn’t deserve art.

Failing Capturing

I erased us. 
Rug swept. Insignificant. 
I didn't say it. I didn't say it. 
I left it, floating lonely between us,
eager to fill its blank, 
ease into its rightful contours,
and I denied it.

Our fairytale. 
High school stumblings, clumsy into one. 
Friends welcoming adjusting. First secrets. 
Skype calls an ocean away. Diving. 
Resurfacing with a sea-sculpted stone shaped like our heart. 
A gift that split as quick as freshman year. 
My half was ground into powder. Your half strengthened under the pressure. 
You stayed inexplicably, unselfishly. 
We shared laughs reserved for survivors of a shared love torn, 
celebrated with a richness only felt when romance fades to tattered flawless truth. 
Through a silence most uphold, we sang in jazzy harmony. 

When I came back with a soul thoroughly searched and newly alone, 
you were the first star I wished on. 
You descended, and guided me to earth that graceful way you always will for all who wander. 
I nestled your friendship in a safety chest marked "Drop Everything." 
You dropped everything, when late became early and worries came alive, 
you awakened and let me unravel undoubtedly. 
No other canvas will carry these shades of me. 
What an honor to have you kaleidoscopically confide in mine. 
And I erased it. Our first us. 
The roots that source our flourishing. 
Not even the courtesy to shatter. 
I shushed it away like it never mattered. 

I think I lost her. 
I think she's gone, and I'm the reason. 
Just another reason why faith is a myth sold by men who tell love stories they never finish. 
Another lesson in undue trust in someone unfit for following through on good intention. 
Another half dusted.
Another wound unshared. 
Another everything dropped for another hollow nothing. 
Just like every other one who said he'd never be like anyone before.
Just another man trying his best and forgetting yours.

I Think I Lost Her

from "once on this island"

photo by ismael cosio

waiting for life

written and recorded by spacefolk

we'd sell our things,
and dump them in the ocean
hands around my neck,
the music tingles at my spine

the air when you're near
vanilla scented satin
sitting in a van with scarlet
curtains hung inside

we sell our things
and make our feelings richer
everything around us shines 
like incandescent light

when the dark skies are clear
you'll find us in the open,
sitting, wishing, hoping for
these moments every night
(every night)

seagulls

LYRICS ON GENIUS: https://genius.com/Mr-master-correctamundo-lyrics

LYRICS ON GENIUS

correctamundo

LYRICS ON GENIUS: https://genius.com/Mr-master-the-geek-defense-lyrics

the geek defense

LYRICS ON GENIUS: https://genius.com/Mr-master-boomtown-mecca-lyrics

boomtown mecca

Ridin Till I'm Bored

LYRICS ON GENIUS: https://genius.com/Mr-master-chunks-lyrics

chunks!

hand drawn by the universe.

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