May 17th, 2010.
Going Inside.
John Frusciante Cover

Going Inside

Lever Pulled

and what always is.
a sound painting of abysmal dismay.
((-headphones-))

becoming nothing, always everything

this happened monday, june 7nd, 2010.

my mind drips from a time where nothing touches now and nothing was
everything always becoming whatever it chooses to be
now is always and forever infinite eternal splendor
I am not the dream that you see I am what lies beyond the sea

step into a neverending gift although we are not sending
our thought vibrations through the time and then lispers through each person
by the long end of infinite possibilities that never waver 
and we savor

cornered by the falling limbs of something lost to antiquity 
and then you'll see there's nothing to believe
but giving up what you see, what you feel, what you hear

but dream what the beasts are
just remember what we are
don't lose sight of what is
crucial and closer than the
heart that keeps on giving
that you will start singing
of love.



Don't lose sight of what Is.

This is my cover of Joe Hisaishi's "A Lost Child" from Hayao Miyazaki's animated masterpiece, "My Neighbor Totoro"

A Lost Child

So Would Have I, 
my cover of John Frusciante's beautiful song.

Made her into a mannequin
so would have I
I collapse, this time it breaks up
runs out

Take your affairs to the God
no one works so hard
to keep you out.

Play your hand
before its your turn to fade out.

Made her into a fan of him
he woulda died
just to take fate somewhere it could've been
had it been otherwise.

Trading the far for the near
Stand, your body's clear
of what you understand
some love fakes you
step where we stay to go

it's not always to move you know
we say it for show
we show you
we say it for show
we show you
we show you.

So Would Have I

dream soundscape of sunrise at the center of a psychic hurricane.

The sky at sunset painted memories of tomorrows pastimes

Wake up, a dream like smear
faces from up the hill
Nateva morning beyond the fire.

The sea of tents grows dense
voices resound surroundingly
with all your power,
what will you do?

Feetback from mars.


Feedback from Mars

July 5th, 2010 - Inspired by the Nateva festival, somehow this is what came out when I sat down to make some music.

Timothy Hart