Today is Sunday. I'm working 'til midnight
I 've almost finished the song i wrote the other day.
here it is up to now...
Solstice in the Vine
When I'm on my way
I see scarecrows
Scapegoats trying to lead me astray
But it aint news to me to keep a sharp, steady head
why would i want to be a robot instead?
I have a brain that thinks
And i can blink
Neutral networks; infiniti on the brink
Somteimes you can find the ground and sink
It may be news to you- you choose solace or a holy stink
You're on your way now
I see it surrounds you
double rainbow, astronaut gnomes drip virtue
There is a rapture, a grail grind of the mind
Occurances of eppiphany find solstace in the vine
Please find a reciprocal place
leave a trace, if we are not together we are diplaced
When you're on your way
you'll see arrows
narrow gateways to ancient streams
feed the seed belief residces inside the mind
leave these made-up paradigm screens behind
You're on your way now
I see it surrounds you
double rainbow, astronaut gnomes drip virtue
/////////////////************************////////////////**///////***///////****////////*****//////******///////////*******
this week i have been steaping myself in afrobeat,
listening to Hugh Masakela, Fela Kuti, Soul Jazz Orchestra, Budos Band, and more....it has been very relaxing. I find afrobeat very calming and organic.
Ive also been doing alot of open mics: i did common ground open mic on Sunday, Brandee's on Tuesday, and Grad Club open mic on Wednesday..... so far this coming week i think it'll just be Brandee's.
here are some pieces of songs ive been working on.
Usually after a night of random jamming on the guitar with paper around, i have a bunch of songs started but unfinished. Sometimes they're left for a year and then i find them and do something with them. Other times, they are left behind and never seen again. And sometimes the next day i get into that same groove and complete sum songs from the night before. I have no clue what will happen to these , but now at least they will live on here and if i forget about them i'll know where to find them...
*funk riff*
im gonna lay it down tonight
funkafied dressed up boogie delight
i dont care who's wrong or right
i do my thing and there's not need to fight
shake it down, drop the sour face
there's no better place to cure you then in the music space
East Coast Pirate Song (Drifter's Life For Me)
looking out from shore
we found our lives a bore
so we sailed to sea to find our fee
to the life that'd give us more
we sat down by the fire
sharpin' plans we would conspire
yeah the shore line broke and the pleasant folk
they rode out in a bellied choir :
"it's a drifter's life for me
give me rags and let me be
for a luxury's game brings you nothin but fame
and a sore head all the same"
the mother of tha land
she gave us barley from her hand
but the caves were chilly for the folks unwilling
so we left and made new plans
Some treasure's never found
some treasure's underground
some treasure's worth nothin
to greedy little muffin
who's just looking to be crown'd
"it's a drifter's life for me
give me rags and let me be
for a luxury's game brings you nothin but fame
and a sore head all the same"
------------------------------------------------------------------------
Ben had his way all the time.
He slipped into consiousness once and a while
There's no time here to talk about his rudimentary style
when he came around there was a whisper that spread for miles
------------------------------------------------------
--------------------------------------------------------------
-----------------------------------------------------------------------
------------------------------------------------------------------------------
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
im gonna try to get sum pictures of my collages on here soon.
i dont have a scanner or internet though so it may be difficult.
we'll see i guess
sorry if this entry sux
i have been busy
when the light s dim and your mind flickers like a flame
i'll be around to remind you of your name
i saw him in a dream
he said 'where you going to now?"
I shrugged my shoulders
he tipped his hat and bowed
ten days later
he came back smiling
he said 'if you're not living
you're too busy dying"
keep an eye out for JukeBox County- a band that will be hittin the city this summer.
*fresh*
No comments:
Post a Comment