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brighter the light,
darker the night,

i can't stop what's coming,
and you know what's coming.
bittersweet and black,
this sun is burning out.

fast tim moon

in the morning, we're burying my brother tim. i wish there was more time, which will probably always be the case with anyone.. i have no pretty metaphors for this. this is just fucked up.

gone too soon brother, too soon.

no. 62

finished lyrics for a new tune today. feeling good about this one.. demoed this one recently with unfinished lyrics..

"seasonal suite no. 62"

the left lane is for passing,
but i was never too quick to figure that out,
stuck behind sunday drivers, singin' "let it rain, let it rain, let it rain,"
but it's still dry, and you're still gone, and everything's the same,

nothin' ever goes one way or another,
but this 'ol heart is spread over open roads and leather,
so don't kill the messenger, just destroy the message,
it's really just the other side of the coin that you see,
(and i don't see.)

"one hand will wash the other," you say,
but i keep my lion well fed, and i'll sleep beside him, for today,
i'll color you with thunder, go on and pick my favorite number, and we'll laugh, and we'll swim, and we'll sing,
but it's so cold, and grey, but man i think that's just how it's gonna stay,

life is no apology,
but i, i was sorry on the day that you walked away from me,
and all of my shit, and ideas, of what this should be,
and what it shouldn't have been,
(and that which ceases to be.)

ozark reflections / part i

- it's amazing how reassuringly beautiful one word can be about the times that lay ahead, despite whatever the current situation(s) may be. that word is "west."

- i'm starting to see so many things in myself, especially in the past few days, that i've despised for so long. so ugly. this is something i seriously need to address.

- death won't wait on you to get comfortable with a loss. there is no time, there is only now, and a price can't be put on these moments.

desire and be disappointed

people do some fucked up things to one another, and i'm no exception.. a look in the mirror shows me that i'm completely capable of all the wrongs that have been done to me, and others that i know. i guess i always thought if i founded a relationship (friendly, more than friendly, professional, otherwise) with an open understanding of this truth, and a vow to consciously break the mold, that maybe it would result in something healthy, conscious, forward moving, and good... but so far, it has just lead to disappointment in others and in myself..

as the zen buddhists say, desire and be disappointed.

2 more days, then i'm disappearing for a long time.

no desires, no expectations, no distractions.

patterns.

i thought, but i thought wrong.

no, i stand corrected. once again.

*

listless minds,
confusing times,
shadowing pines,
they lead me blind,

a sinner in your shelter,
what currency will you accept?
will our reckoning rest?

let's make this clear,
because i have it all here,
in one, two, and three,
my lungs, dirt, and dreams,

there's no place like gone.

the darkest and most desolate roads always seem to be the ones that lead me back home.

just got home from an intense all night drive from richmond. mini tour was a total success. richmond's set might have been the best 30 minutes in the history of this project. so stoked to end the tour that way.

i'm here in georgia for a week, then westbound. i'm going to become a new mexican for a little while. i need to do a bit of solo adventuring for a minute to work on some things that lie beneath.

hello georgia.
goodbye georgia.

baltimore..

is giving austin a serious run for it's money.

the high note

the great charlie bennett just got a twitter just for craziness from the van and the road. surely to be entertaining...

here.