As more of a lyricist than a musician, I've created a place to show my lyrical process, some of my musical process, and lyrical interpretation. I hope to also bring together a place of inspired activism, although that may be too lofty of a goal at this point. And always, if my music has moved you in any way, please pass it on!
Sunday, August 14, 2011
New song up!
recording
Tuesday, August 9, 2011
Kink in the Hose
Sunday, August 7, 2011
Bindweed
Bindweed
From a distance, you look like a morning glory
But I know.
You creep, you climb like an ivy
But I know
I know your name.
chorus
Bindweed: just tryin’ to get by, stealing sun from another woman’s sky
Bindweed: again and again, windin' up somebody else’s stem
oh, Bindweed: get back! you can’t go looting for something you lack
Bind weed, I said, I don’t allow weeds in my or my friends’ beds.
I’d choose a wildflower over a rose any day
but you’re a weed
somewhere along the way, you gave up your sanctity.
now you’re just a weed
And I know your name...
chorus
You thought you could do the math, you thought one and one was two
you thought you could substitute, but we all know, don’t we now.
You thought Love was just a word [you could use] to get your 5th ring
[but we all] we all know the truth: he never loved, he never loved you, oooh
(chorus)
Epilogue:
Was it worth it?
I know the Universal Math.
Was it worth it?
And I know the rule of Three's.
Was it worth it?
And I know you'll end up dried up on the side walk
all alone
and you'll ask yourself,
"Was it worth it?"
Black Black Night
It’s a black, black night
the witching hour’s upon me
there’s no sign of a horizon
no stars or moon above me
I thought I was speeding for a bed
but I’m already dreaming
it's like someone jammed the frequency
they’re feeding me two realities
reflectors and lines
materialize as I drive
like some mystical airstrip
and I’m piloting an airship
then it occurs to me I have been hovering for years,
But I can’t tell if I’m taking of or landing:
I am speeding; I am pushing;
sailing endlessly into nothing
It’s a black, black night
and I’m rushing into nothing
I am helplessly accepting
the only path I see
craving the next bright beam
and staying in the lines
following faithfully, fearfully
into the unknown
too afraid to set wheels to the ground
or throttle to the stars
am i beginning or ending?
I feel the black impending
too paralysed by Past
to buckle down and make a move
Cuz i can’t tell
(if I should be) taking off or landing
yeah I’m still driving; I am pushing
sailing endlessly into nothing
Bridge:
But I know.
I wasn’t born a square;
It’ll take a lot of toil, a lot of time
to redraw these lines.
It’s a black, black night
intersecting my reality
I am somewhere in America,
a sign says US-50
There is a time:
both for chasing stars and grounding
But I’m driving; I am pushing
sailing endlessly into nothing
Into Nothing.