7/12 of the songs from my new album The Navy Blue Submarine


Better Be Quiet Now (Elliott Smith Cover)

Lightning flashes creating a silhouette of a pirouetting ballerina (intricate with every step) under skyscraper trees with their mirror leaves dancing unison in rhythm — protecting her from getting wet. 

But the thunderstorm won't break 'till the morning. So she tries to preoccupy by dancing through the night. It won't deflect her from the pouring of her eyes (ignited by the lightning strike).

Get yourself home. And mend those salt stained clothes. Don't let them mold while you melt and moan. 
Accept and progress. What "should be" is never "what is" and what "should be" just makes you second guess.

But the thunderstorm never lasts forever. Prance under your parachute and wait out the weather. Trust that it will always get better; it just takes some time alone with your mind.

The sand slips through the hourglass's grasp — it's fine. Fine sand. Each grain ingrained with grand schemes that don't mean a thing in the history of the future.

Lightning flashes in the blink of an eye. Now it's over.

Hourglass

I'm a painter and my ceiling is my canvas. Twirling colors dance my head. Ballerinas bound blank, boring walls that chain me to my bed.
In this moment of crass procrastination —as I crash into creation— a bright flash of evaluation! My thoughts dash into procreation.

When I'm bored I think about what has happened in my past. Those daunting decades spent hoping my childhood wouldn't last. But the past few years I've realized I've been getting off half assed... Slow and and enjoy it. Your time is slipping fast.

When I'm bored I think about the here. The this. The now. Blowing off my expectations; numbing alcohol with pals. Can't help but sit here thinking and considering, "Hey. Wow. I've been wasting my whole life, do I deserve a final bow?"

We all thrive taking everything for granted. In the past. In the future. But the present's not forever. 
Why must we live never taking any chances? Take a leap! Move your feet! Why not rejoice this long endeavor?

When I'm bored I think about what'll happen in the end. Will I live a life of love? Or will I die without a friend? Can't stop thinking about tomorrow and what's round the river bend. After all, most of existence is spent underground and dead.

We all thrive taking everything for granted. In the past. In the future. But the present's not forever. 
Why must we live never taking any chances? Take a leap! Move your feet! Why not rejoice this long endeavor?

When I'm bored I think about what'll happen after I'm gone. I'll be six feet under and yet... life keeps moving on. People will forget me. Yeah. It won't be very long. All that I'm leaving behind is my boredom and this song.

Tepper Saffren