So I have a list of names,
scribbled fast in the half-light.
People who left cracks in the room,
words that still buzz in my spine.

I don’t keep them to hate,
I keep them so I know what I survived.

Names in smoke, rise and roam.
Names in smoke, find their home.
Breathe them out, let shadows go,
Names in smoke, rise and roam.

The air tastes like salt and old paper,
my heart beats like a drum in a basement.
I strike a match, the flame licks blue,
every letter curls like it’s telling the truth.

This is my exorcism,
but it’s for me, not them.

Names in smoke, rise and roam.
Names in smoke, find their home.
Breathe them out, let shadows go,
Names in smoke, rise and roam.

No prayers, no perfect words,
just the hiss of the match and the sound of letting go.
I watch the dark turn soft and gold,
and I feel lighter than I’ve ever known.

Names in smoke, rise and roam.
Names in smoke, find their home.
Breathe them out, let shadows go,
Names in smoke, rise and roam.

Spells to cast this October

Names in Smoke

Anywhere

Instrumental groove with layered bass guitar and simple guitar, inspired by West African music 

Any Good Pum Pum

Symptoms

This is my first recording using my Nektar Impact 49+

Big Boat, No Captain

I knew The Flaming Lips were my kind of band when I heard the song 'A Spoonful Weighs a Ton'. This is a tribute to that song, the musical stylings and incredible drumming of Steve Drozd

Loving Spoonful, Ton of Drozd

My first recording using live drums, MIDI Keyboard and MIDI Turntables (DJ Controller)

Watch His Right Hand

The untold story of the Mississippi river steamboat and her determined crew, navigating safe passage through fierce, fiery battle, so that her steamy organ might be properly tuned

The Bombing of U.S.S. Calliope (Near the Keys of Sea)

J. Fitz Kennedy