runnin'.

las cruces/white sands it is. westbound, soon.

woah.

what's the measure of a man that lives his life without purpose? and what's the work of your life if you know your direction but go elsewhere?
- adam gnade

thank you adam.

flatlands call

tonight, we released "flatlands call" from our new ep. go check it out on our myspace...

here.

afternoon nostalgia

ah, today, i stumbled on an unexpected look to the past. i used to be a romantic, and then something happened, or didn't happen, and now there's something else.. but here's one from the first record, i haven't listened to it in a long long time. stumbled on it today, and it surprised me a little. it's called "the reasons we believe"..



depart from your mind and fly with me,
through smokey hill sides, over a trembling sea,
from miles above we watch the sun, she sleeps,
the wisest sky, the kindest night you've ever seen,

and i can't tell you why we believe we're here,
for the reasons we believe,

the loon sings this melody as we listen,
my wide eyes frame a beautiful smile in my vision,
the hours have passed, but no time elapsed on this night,
the sun that never rose, a moment that felt so right,

and i can't tell you why we believe we're here,
for the reasons we believe,
for the reasons we believe,

seasonal suite no. 62

i very quickly demoed a new tune tonight. lyrics are a few posts below, shooting for 4 verses eventually. still in it's infancy, but have a listen!

gray horse

follow the gray horse down the wishing well,
where does he go?
windswept, hear him singin' in the void,
ignorance is revenge, on them,

follow the gray horse to the mountain's peak,
earth abandons shape,
10,000 miles above the plains,
where he rides, in all his shame,

he can never be found,
he will never be found,

words

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 out, and you're still gone, and everything's the same,

nothing ever goes one way or another,
but this ol' heart is spread over open roads and leather,
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)

life is no apology,
but i was sorry on the day 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)

talkin' bout robert pirsig blues / vol. 1

insanity only exists in relation to others.

what a day

had an unexpected day off, but i made the most of it. spent the morning and early afternoon working on a demo of an older song, "in the dark", that somehow never managed to get recorded. it's coming along nicely. quite different than things we do live, but one of the best, and most personal, songs i've ever written, easily. it's one of those songs that i still have no idea how or when i wrote. one day it was just there in my little black book, and now i just try to respect it and do it justice as best i can... i do suspect it was around this time last year though.. also spent some time today working out some new ideas, hopefully those flesh out fully in the near..

spent the rest of the afternoon preparing a huge dinner of curry chicken, jasmine rice with mixed veggies, and a potato/carrot medley (haha).. fulfillment at it's finest.

after dinner, i went for a good long jog, and i feel great now.. settling down now for the evening with a glass of red and the last few chapters of "big sur"...

what a day, what a day.

pm meditations

stop worrying so much about delivery. the point is that the package does get there. it is received. regardless of what shape it's in when it arrives. nothing is resolved. nothing gets resolved. just devoured. it's just like sugar, floating around in a tall glass of southern sweet tea, it never settles, and that's okay. it's more than okay. if it were to ever settle, that tea would be bad. the sugar is there to restlessly wander the glass, forever to drift through the caramel brown abyss, sweetening the taste for any lucky whoareyou who happens to sip from it. that's all anyone can do, and i don't think any of us can rightfully ask for anything more from anyone. all we can do is write it down, sing it, raving mad and feverish, and hope that there are some ears to receive it. to speak with as much intent as a traffic ticket, as much purpose as a natural spring, and as unambiguous as a blue sky, i think, is the only way we can know that we've done everything we can do. just throw it out, but do it with intent, purpose, and clarity. delivery is perception.

oceanic reflections / part v

shake the night off. slip on your shoes, and put miles, and this city behind you. blue skies ahead, and a storm at your back. you still don't understand that storm. what happened? how long you were out? what any of it means? you just know that it's over. there's something else out there now, waiting to greet you. some other hurricane waiting to fuck with you, to send you home, to heal bones and wait again, only for the tide to roll back out, your cue to follow. you know this, but for now we are running from the storm. brilliant, and eternally doomed to go through life beached, drifting, beached, and drifting again, as eventually, this hurricane will once again capsize this ship, and send you home, below. no sleep til brooklyn? no, further on. may we all one day rest easily, with the cool breeze at our faces, the sun in our eyes, and good company at our side.

oceanic reflections / part iv

this world is too old for us to talk about it with our new words.

oceanic reflections / part iii

cancel your subscriptions, and walk into the light of doubt.

oceanic reflections / part ii

the left lane is for passing.

oceanic reflections / part i

life is not an apology.