written for r/songaweek 2022 - week 31 (Theme: Repetition)

The Menacing Easy

Spiraling down
Into the zombie rhythm
I'm too comfortable now

The menacing easy
A quicksand couch
And while I was sleeping
I waived all my doubts

My motor runs for no one
ballooning intermission
I choose to chase my tail
It grows in repose

I make the same mistakes
I do it every time
An elliptical orbit
but if I ignore it, I feel sublime

Do I feel sublime?

It doesn't sit right
I wake up from the dream
to a knock in the night

I'm a broken fence with a hole for a heart
to the other side

I'm gonna push the walls back
stretch out my mind
I'm gonna clear the rat traps

After I rest my eyes

The Menacing Easy

Song a week 2025 #2 -

Prompt: Off the Rails

I was staying up way too late doomscrolling, LA fires, war, impending doom of 4 years of a dangerous megalomaniac, climate change... And by the time I tried to go to sleep I was just too stressed. I need a lullaby. So, I started singing myself this lullaby. I found it quite soothing. 

I turned on the light wrote down the words, went downstairs and recorded a bit on my phone, and went back upstairs and went to sleep.

Simple, but effective.

photo credit: A painting I picked up at Goodwill with no signature

Dream Deep

Watch the Music Video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cOefrJUY3MU

"Ghost to Ghost, Vol. 2" is genre-less while tipping its cap to hip-hop, psychedelic alt, and soul. "Vol. 2" represents the skeletons in everyone’s closet, a theme that Murdock and the Ghost Family vulnerably touch on throughout the record by confronting topics like death and mental health.

"Vol. 2" speaks to those who feel misunderstood and invites us to see our monsters as angels in disguise. It’s the perfect anthem for the current societal climate by encouraging people to keep moving forward despite the amplified confusion and fear of the unknown.

"Ghost to Ghost, Vol. 2" embodies a whole new sound embedded with Venice Beach vibes, and musical touches reminiscent of The Beach Boys, Frank Ocean, The Mamas and the Papas, The Neville Brothers and genres in between. "Ghost to Ghost, Vol. 2" was co-produced and mixed by Brooklyn native experimental pop/electronic artist Prospect Lux.

The Ghost to Ghost project is an ever evolving collaboration that was spawned out of the rugged need to create. An offering for the people by the people, seeking to deepen, empower, and uplift.

Cover art by Davi Escobar

Written and performed by Zachary Murdock and Kevin Joseph

Produced by Kevin Joseph, Beats by Ghostwriter, Joshua Morales and Prospect Lux

Featuring Wiill, Joshua Morales and Ruby Modine

Live drums by Matty Moose

Horns and Flute by Adam Chavira

Executive produced by Prospect Lux

Mastered by Twinjo NYC

Visions by Matthew Watkins

Island

Verse 1:
The morning rose without a sound, as if it somehow knew
You spoke, and in that fleeting pause, all time gave into you
Now my mind can’t help but dream a thousand dreams of you
But dreaming’s only fun if you’re dreaming. Are you dreaming too?
Verse 2:
Reflections in the shopfront glass pretend that they are you
A moment's hope dissolves, with strangers left in view
With silent hope I breathe your name. I’m lost, adrift from you
I daren’t ask aloud if you’re dreaming. Are you dreaming too?
Bridge:
Inside, I pull at fragile threads, unravelled by thoughts of you
I hold your name beneath my tongue; it burns before I’m through
I’d carve a song into my skin if it could get to you
I daren’t confess it now, that I’m dreaming. Are you dreaming too?
Verse 3:
I'd bet my heart on fleeting words, though meaning's hard to find
A gamble on this fragile chance, your heart might fall to mine
Each sleepless night I dream of things I’d never say to you
Perhaps I’ll ask tonight, are you dreaming? Are you dreaming too?


Are You Dreaming Too?

I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made;
Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honey-bee,
And live alone in the bee-loud glade.

And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,
Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;
There midnight’s all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,
And evening full of the linnet’s wings.

I will arise and go now, for always night and day
I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;
While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey,
I hear it in the deep heart’s core.

By William Butler Yeats

The Lake Isle of Innisfree

Take My Hand

She was barely 15 when her belly rose - barely 15
when her belly rose
her belly rose

I was barely 16 when I had a son -  barely 16.
when I had a son
had a son

And her parents said, there's no place for you
No place for you
Her parents said there's no place for you

Let's go where no-one knows
No-one knows
No-one knows 
Where the wild where the wild 
Where the wild roses grow

And we got away on a new moon, we got away
On a new moon
a new moon

And we kept from the way, on a new moon
Kept from the way
On a new moon
a new moon

On the very next day they caught us
the very next day
It was our son that gave us 
Gave us away
How will we ever
get away?
 
Let's go where no-one knows
No-one knows
No-one knows 
Where the wild where the wild 
Where the wild roses grow

Where the wild where the wild 
Where the wild roses grow

Where the Wild Roses Grow

Inner Voices

Album: CHORUS! CHORUS! CHORUS!
Release date: August 21, 2015
Label: Fake Four Inc.
Catalogue #: FFINC-055

Come By It Honestly

Song-a-week 2025 #33

Prompt: Sleep

Comforting myself with memories, warmth, and cozy blankets...

All Wrapped Up in a Memory

Four Seasons fill the measure of the year;
     There are four seasons in the mind of man:
He has his lusty Spring, when fancy clear
     Takes in all beauty with an easy span:
He has his Summer, when luxuriously
     Spring's honied cud of youthful thought he loves
To ruminate, and by such dreaming high
     Is nearest unto heaven: quiet coves
His soul has in its Autumn, when his wings
     He furleth close; contented so to look
On mists in idleness—to let fair things
     Pass by unheeded as a threshold brook.
He has his Winter too of pale misfeature,
Or else he would forego his mortal nature.

John Keats

The Human Seasons

Music by Will Reeder

Cog · dos : 
noun
A second mind, emerging from emotions, thoughts, and ideas that have been manifested through art, music, and writing. A "self" wholly different than the one we wear everyday. 

Musician from SoCal. I write songs and experiment with different styles of music.

The Menacing Easy

Cogdos

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