You've Got a Friend in Me (Cover)

sitting in a dorm room, thirsty. need better recording equipment, will trade arms and legs for it. not mine, though.

rumble the walls inside
creak the floor above
can someone ask the neighbor for water?

needles on my knees
couldn't even crawl
can someone ask the desert for water?

I hear that there's a God outside
preaching to himself
can you tell me where he is?
I want to ask him for water

stairs behind my eyes
up the castle on my head
how's the weather up there, I wouldn't know

clouds gather above
postcard puddle love
until I thirst again, forever yours

I heard that there's a voice outside
singing to itself
can you tell it where I am?
and tell it to ask me for water.

parched

I was reading this poem by Robert Frost cause I was thinking about how my dad would always read it to me when I was little, and I thought it would sound good as a folk song of sorts. so I messed with it a little, and here it is.

stopping by woods on a snowy evening

kinda Nick Drake-sounding, or something. it's something though, which is nice.

life-like

added harmonies! people love harmonies. 
for L.

sparkling

in sandalwood

The leaves are blushing dead here
Says nothing bout the trees
And I'm wondering where I'm rooted
But home's still far away

I blew up like an acorn
I only knew to fall
Til I'm buried for the winter
Sun and rain my call

This is a voice you know
You heard it when you met me

I'm running out of time
So eager to rewind
You're looking out for danger
To ease the truth you find

You'll find peace soon
Whether with or without me

 
I made a list this morning
I only saw my faults
Before I pay repentance
You know that's not me at all

We're planning for the travel
To climb the tallest walls
We may not make it soon now
But we always have our years

We always have our years
We always have our years

I'm running out of time
So eager to rewind
You're looking out for danger
To ease the truth you find

I'll find peace soon
Whether with or without you
I'll never feel without you

to ease

walscheid, france

ends are not new beginnings. the end is a time and place where worlds collide, when time is both backwards and forwards and both within each other. the end is the edge of understanding, and there is so much we still don't understand. too much is given, not enough is received. are we providing our lives to the universe, or does it provide for us? maybe we simply exist in recognition of each other, no one meant to provide for anything else. and so as long as something is recognizing something else, someone is recognizing someone else, then any sense of ending is not so bad. we exist to help the universe recognize itself, and in the process, we may try to recognize ourselves (*credit of these ideas to Carl Sagan and Wangari Maathai).

prairie el toro