Track 12 of my latest album of Poetry & Music. Check my Bandcamp-site.

Poetry and spoken words: Wes Parham https://soundcloud.com/warmphase
Second voice: Colleen Bak
Inspired by Sarah Teasdale's poem "Moon's ending".
Sara Teasdale (August 8, 1884 – January 29, 1933) was an American lyric poet.
> Moon, worn thin to the width of a quill, In the dawn clouds flying, How good to go, light into light , and still Giving light, dying.

In a breath's length

Moon's ending (feat. Wes Parham/ Sara Teasdale/ Colleen Bak)

After the album track "Sarah" another collaboration with actor/ voice actor Scott Alan Simpson from Atlanta USA.
http://scottalansimpson.com/

Tidal Pull
by Scott Alan Simpson

He does not feel the fire.
Only the faint pull of a memory of mud and rain. And the wonder that he is dry and clean.
He doesn’t feel the waves.
Only the boat, his boat, steady and sure beneath his back. And the smell of pitch.
On the shore someone is wailing. Someone is calling out a name he almost remembers.
It is gone.
Only the song his mother sang when wolves howled at night and the taste of copper hung heavy in the air.
Did he feed the pigs? Was the gate shut? Were his people safe? Is it…
Who was speaking?
And why am I still wearing my boots? We leave behind what we do not need. And is that me on the shore, alone, pierced with iron and soaked in blood? If it be, leave it behind and say to the fish ‘here is one on me!’

Only the sea. Only the sky. Only the breath between a birth and a death in blood and agony… I waited for the sun in vain. Lying eye of God, where were you when crops died and children starved? Did another world catch your eye in the market? Are YOU a child?

Are you a child? And do I hear you weeping? I might do more harm than good. I was never soft or kind. But are you crying? Are you lonely too?
Lonely God-Child, do not fear the night. For I am with thee. I do not feel the fire or the waves. Only you in my arms. Quiet now…
And on the shore, the last light fades of a boat on the water. They stand.
Bitterly defiant in their unending Autumn.

Tidal pull (feat. Scott Alan Simpson)

Artwork Tara Ramler,
inspired by the flowermouth albumcover by S.Poels-Zanders.

This Chimera

Poetry and Spoken Words: Wes Parham: https://soundcloud.com/warmphase
Music: flowermouth

Moulting (feat. Wes Parham)

wesley reads "the House of Asterion" by Jorge Luis Borges.
Painting detail from "the Minotaur" by George Frederic Watts, 1885.
Apologies for flubbing the pronunciation of "derisory".  It's a long "i".

the House of Asterion by Jorge Luis Borges

The Changelings - Unreleased Track

Paul Mercer
Regeana Morris
Chandler Rentz
Damon Young
Bruce Bennett

Beeswax and Goldfoil

By Duke Ellington and Manny Kurtz

Guitar by AB

In A Sentimental Mood

tähed langesid ja sõbrad istusid lõkke ümber.
minu tekst aga ühe hea fraasi varastasin Alvarilt ja ühe Elarilt, loodan et te ei pahanda või siis isegi ei märka et need teie suust on.

Sinust (first draft Rahuarmastajate Raba live recording by Kärt Pihlap)

More Or Less

Music, lyrics and vocals by Irina

Even in Russian this title can be interpreted differently, to say nothing of the English translation. But this is what we like - freedom of imagination :) Hope you enjoy the song.

От твоего взгляда веет холодом
Осталась я одна с простывшим городом
Век живи и век учись
Тупость требуют на бис
Но ведь мне было так приятно верить

Снова ты и снова кризис
Как страдает мой душевный бизнес
Сердце просит выходной
Возвращается домой
Тихо замедляю темп
Не танцую я контемп
За собой дверь затворю
Ухожу пока тебя люблю

Пропущу звонки и сообщения
Как же я устала от общения
Пожар бушует в голове
Сжигаю мысли о тебе
А ведь мне было так приятно верить

Снова ты и снова кризис
Как страдает мой душевный бизнес
Сердце просит выходной
Возвращается домой
Тихо замедляю темп
Не танцую я контемп
За собой дверь затворю
Ухожу пока тебя люблю

Интересней пообщаться со стеной
Чем пустые темы обсуждать с тобой
Оставляя политес
Ликвидирую абсцесс
Надоело придумывать happy end-ы

Снова ты и снова кризис
Как страдает мой душевный бизнес
Сердце просит выходной
Возвращается домой
Тихо замедляю темп
Не танцую я контемп
За собой дверь затворю
Ухожу пока тебя люблю

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I feel the coldness of your glance
Left alone with the cold city
The longer you live the more you know
Stupidity is being called for an encore
But it was such a pleasure to believe

You again - a crisis again
Oh, how the business of my soul suffers
The heart is asking for a holiday
It is coming back home
Quietly I slow down the tempo
I do not dance contemporary
Will close the door behind me
I am leaving while still loving you

I will miss calls and messages
How tired I am of communication
Fire roaring in my head
I am burning the thoughts of you
I took so much pleasure from believing

You again - a crisis again
Oh, how the business of my soul suffers
The heart is asking for a holiday
It is coming back home
Quietly I slow down the tempo
I do not dance contemporary
Will close the door behind me
I am leaving while still loving you

It is more interesting to talk to a wall
Than to discuss empty topics with you
Leaving politesse behind
I remove the abscess
Tired of making up happy endings

You again - a crisis again
Oh, how the business of my soul suffers
The heart is asking for a holiday
It is coming back home
Quietly I slow down the tempo
I do not dance contemporary
Will close the door behind me
I am leaving while still loving you

Душевный бизнес (Soul Business)

This track is on my new album "In a breath's length". 
Wes Parham is a Poet from Atlanta, USA. He´s a big part of the album 
You can find him here: https://soundcloud.com/warmphase

Albumcover by Stephanie Poels-Zanders
https://www.poelszanders.com

Good person, good friend, goodbye (Poetry & spoken word: Wes Parham) NEW ALBUM out on Bandcamp.

Animator by trade with a lifelong love for language and all it's beautiful and heartbreaking vagaries.
Sentimental fool and father of two.

I'm open to collaborating with other writers or musicians.  If you're inspired to integrate something of mine into a piece, drop me a line so I can hear it.

the House of Asterion by Jorge Luis Borges

warmphase

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