The first song of my February Album Writing Month project, centered around Ovid's metamorphoses. The album will be called "That Word for When One Thing Turns Into Something Else.

"But when he stopped and looked into a pool at the reflection of his horns and muzzle- 'Poor me!" he tried to say, but no words came, only a groaning sound"
Ovid's Metamorphoses, Book III

Tall Grass

The second song of my February Album Writing Month project, centered around Ovid's metamorphoses. The album will be called "That Word for When One Thing Turns Into Something Else.

"Without delay, as his counterfeit wings beat the air, he captured the boy, who, in spite of Juno's objections, mixes his nectar and serves him above now in heaven."

Ovid's Metamorphoses, Book X

Ganymede the Cup Bearer

The third song of my February Album Writing Month project, centered around Ovid's metamorphoses. The album will be called "That Word for When One Thing Turns Into Something Else.

"His feathers broke his fall, and he, enraged, dove straightway down, and plunging to the depths, attempted to find out the way to death, continually and without success."
Ovid's Metamorphoses. Book XI

Ovid's Metamorphoses, Book X

Constant Diver

New Crumble Boy song for FAWM 2023

How little did they know?
Those dumb dumb idiots
Those stupid stupid people

They put birds inside of clocks
They grew long beards and spoke with god
They shoved icepicks in their brains
They danced for rain and waited in vain
Their corsets crushed their sides
They birthed their children then they died
They held court and hanged the witch
They are all rotting from syphilis
They searched for gold in mercury fumes
They hacked off their limbs to treat their wounds
They saw the Earth as the center of it all
They were obsessed with the bumps on their skulls
They bristled forth with national pride
They filled the trenches then they died
They shackled slaves to stealing ships
Terrified of monsters in the mist
How little did they know?

Age of Reason

Demo For FAWM 2023

A forgotten road
To another time
A path back to me and mine
A secret code
A genetic line
Two lovers splayed out in the sunshine
I hold your firm breast
Under an ancient sky
Show you my snake skin appetite

And leave you here
An imprint on my skin
I got your nose
You have my foul need for medicine
My foul need for medicine
And my name etched on your grave
Another Hoskins laid
And my name etched on your grave
Another Hoskins laid

As our bodies grow
And time it flies
We sprout forth and humanize
In our pear shaped flesh
And our flowered minds
We turn toward the door and face the bride
With our bodies bare
And our breath aligned
We conjoin and fructify

As our age unfolds
In furrowed lines
Cross my face and lay down Serpentine
I hold your ancient breast
Under the firm compromise
What is living must surely die
On a forgotten road
To another time
A path back to me and mine

Pear

Third track for FAWM 2023. A lullaby about singing lullabies

The Clock marks the day anew
I sing so quiet as not to wake you
As you sleep
An infants dream
The mobile marks the time you keep

Low hangs your first full moon
The soft light shines on your eyes half glued
As I sing
Some made up thing
A voice in rhyme and the peace it brings
The faint faint chime of the wind's glistening
Outside
Outside

Maybe I'll read for an hour or two
But each verse pales by the grace of you
As you sleep
An infants dream
Gurgle formless poetry
I wipe your spittle with your blue blankie
True Blue
Your only blue
The truest blue
The first shade of blue

The clock marks the day anew
You cry and cry each breath consumed
You weep
As babies weep
I'll sing and sing perform your ease
I'll rhyme and rhyme until you find peace
I'll sing and sing your comfort keep
As you sleep

crumbleboy