Calling my spirit home
I know she's out there
brushing dust from her spirit toes
ran off when my fever rose
left me all alone
yea
and I stitch my shadow where I won't need sun
I'm calling my spirit home
Let the wind cut this heavy air 
release the knot where I tied my hair

I know she's out there
I know she's out there
cuttin loose on her spirit stroll
strayed so far when my heartbeat slowed
left me all alone

Where has she gone
Where has she gone
I feel so numb
I am a void
Won't you come home?

I call my spirit home
   calling my spirit home

Calling My Spirit Home (amp)

O
yea
Rooftop oasis
emerge in the spaces 'tween every skippin beat
this rooftop heat
...has got me sweatin
sugar lips of pure confection
dippin curves above my hips
lick the sugar from my lips
on this rooftop oasis
yea
on this rooftop oasis warm and still
beneath the night upon this makeshift stage
and strung up candle light
dimming down the starry canopy when you think of me
will you savor me
and I'm driftin off in wispy trails of exhaled hopes and dreams
just to breathe them in again the smolderin and obscene
yea
Rooftop oasis
emerge in the spaces 'tween every skippin beat
this rooftop heat
...has got me sweatin
sugar lips of pure confection
dippin curves above my hips
lick the sugar from my lips
on this rooftop oasis
Far away I slumber
in the space between skipped beats
and I am liftin
and I am driftin off
to the rooftop oasis heat
O baby when you think of me
O will you savor me

yea
Rooftop oasis
emerge in the spaces 'tween every skippin beat
this rooftop heat
...has got me sweatin
sugar lips of pure confection
dippin curves above my hips
lick the sugar from my lips
on this rooftop oasis

Sugar From My Lips (amp)

Based on a quote from Joseph M Pierce re kinship ties in belonging and responsibility

The beating of my heart
becoming faster
unbraided and apart
a lonely dancer
my kinship my embraced my relation
a stretch of time across our minds
a memory
across our flesh and bone
we bind in allegory
our bodies in relation
in kinship
in embrace
braiding and unbraiding in that riverine becoming
no love will ever take it's place
a nesting not for loving but for blood
O
yea that riverine arising twisting up our fates
our overlapping visions bonded by traditions with a familiar face
yea our bodies in relation
in kinship
in embrace
the braiding and unbraiding in that riverine becoming
no love will it replace
cause no love can ever take it's place
imbrication for the nation
enduring 'cross the stretch of time
'cross our bodies in relation
riverine becoming
the braiding and unbraiding
our bodies in relation
in kinship and embrace
braiding and unbraiding in that 
riverine becoming
no love will ever take it's place

Riverine Becoming (amp)

In the cafe on the corner
where we scratched "forever" on the chair
still see the tile ceilings
the mosaic's on the wall
cause our old and dusty feelings lay still against the corner
where they crawled
and I
wonder if I saw you if you suddenly appeared
would you know me- after all these years
and there was a time when you would call me
when we'd laugh in that cafe
and we'd talk about our troubles and the chaos of our days
yea
cause it's been awhile...it's been awhile
and I
wonder if I saw you
if you suddenly appeared
would you know me
after all these years
don't get by here often and there's another crowd filling up our chairs
in the cafe on the corner
with the tile in it's ceilings and mosaic's on it's walls
and I might drop by to get some coffee
might give you a call
and I
wonder if I saw you
if you suddenly appeared
would I know you
after all these years

Cafe On The Corner (amp)

In the basement on the bottom floor
I ramble down a corridor
and my legs have the queerest feeling
I think they're disappearing
yea
I've got to learn how to fly
how to pass through doors and walls
escape when the good lord calls
yea no need to send your horseman
take back your man in black
I'm coming home
on my own, babe
cause it ain't heart that I lack
O damp dark walls 'neath my fingertips
as I trace my way
(and the dark becomes the gray)
and I believe I might make it
if I can get my legs to stay
yea
if I gotta crawl...to see the light of day...don't take my body...cause...I'm coming home
O send them away
and
I've got to learn how to fly
how to pass through doors and walls
escape when the good lord calls
yea no need to send your horseman
take back that man in black
I'm coming home...on my own, babe
don't let them take my body
send them away I'm on my way
coming home
don't take my body
away

Please Don't Take My Body

Well, its been brought to my attention
that at times - I pause...in my sentence
and while I'm backstage checking records
gonna king me wrecking checkers
say I'm vacant...got no affect
as my charge is laid...
'myself' goes hidden and my voice
begins to fade
take a pill...talk to god...escape ur thoughts
and keep u in a fog
lightnin hit the fuse box
my wires burnt and fried
skip across the surface
them circuits blink and die
and isn't it all just screaming
yea
trapped beneath a blanket
got me scared
got me scared
yanked up from that bed
and my thighs are bare...got my inside voice
like I have a choice
and deep down I'm screaming
and here I've paused within my sentence
while I'm backstage checking records
gonna king me wrecking checkers
keep on and hung up in the fences
yea...paused within my sentence

Within My Sentence

Seems I've been standing by this ol juke box
and I can't help but stare at those old records
I put my quarter in...but the records aren't spinnin'...
and my money is now missing
and I might be getting mad
...'bout the time I ripped the cover off
the barkeep is yelling...-hey hey
but I'm finding out that this box is just a fake...crumbling in my fingers
and before my eyes it disintegrates
O its just a fake
Ahhh its just a fake
and I don't know why you'd strip the best parts of the past
pull out all the meaning
and then charge us...while you laugh
cause, used to be
I put my quarter in
and I'd watch my record spin
worth every penny...while I was listening

While I Was Listening

a woman who keeps budgies. One escaped forever from her care.  She values freedom above all. She is an unconventional person who challenges government control and censorship.

Based Amy

A little and maybe at content a bit deep excursion into folk progressive indie rock! All three genres can be found in this song! This is about someone coming home after a war, he finds his hometown in ruins, but there is still a light of hope.

The Long Forgotten, Old, Smoky Tavern

A rather deep track about a completely ordinary everyday moment that can mean so much.

The Eyes Of Her And Mine

I might be a guy from Munich, Bavaria, but I'm a huge fan of irish music and celtic music in general and also of Ireland and also Scotland as countries. It's the culture and the vibe in general which made me falling in love a bit with those places.

I mostly write my lyrics myself, always completely randomly, and produce the songs with the help of AI. That's just because I can't really sing and AI is therefore a good tool for realizing ideas. Technology is not my intention, it's the music.

Besides, I don't do this for money or anything like that; it's purely a hobby. It's important to me that people listen to the songs honestly if they like them.

Professional software developer. Amateur composer, photographer, chef. (Note I am not the other Geoffrey Falk in Toronto who writes music. That's Geoffrey David Falk, who often goes by just "Geoffrey Falk.")

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🤟🏼Working on new patterns and techniques in composition, production, and performance of both instrumental(classical/acoustic guitar) and voice- pieces are built (loops and beats)..on BandLab @nyla_k00  and Soundtrap (new)

I have removed the (amp) tag for consistency in distribution- acoustic pieces I perform will be tagged as ‘acoustic’ (apologies for page reorganization)

TBH, I aspire to be a guitar 🎸 but I’ll settle for being able to play competently what I hear when I write...(one day, Alice...to the moon)

I study under Duncan L. Wood and am grateful for his guidance and patience. Most of my influences are Folk/Blues/Indie, but inspiration arrives in many forms so HT to Hip Hop, Rap, Classical, especially Chamber trios. Current tracks are first cuts and I may update them in the future with cleaner versions, thank you for listening as I learn.

New tracks tagged #Indie_Folk