NO TRIANGLES.

a song sketch for my potential final project…

lyrics:

Searching for responsiveness With volume and dissonance I am limited and limiting A symptom of identity Wondering how to get involved With Creation—towards the Om Gotta sing what’s action-packed Offer up big love and laughs Perplexed by viewpoint and attitude The swinging mallets of my moods Through light and energy The person is political I know I can only be me But I am far too critical

What can we give to the world But the fullest expressions of ourselves? We must not only be moved by art But thrown into momentum through gladdened hearts Remember my children, be grateful for what you have Give them Love and make no demands You’ve got to read poetry at night If that’s what inspires your eyes Don’t be oppressive to yourself There’s plenty of hatred to go around Don’t be so controlled or controlling There is a role to play without role-playing (there’s a role to play without role-playing, babe…so you should just be yourself)

song sketch i guess:

Sensibility is the serpent crawling across my feet I can trick the flesh with flesh but never her whispering This national bank of Catholic roses! To touch and arouse all that decomposes! I am an open house: Freedom flexed profound…

re-becoming a band! 

a new song sketch for today:

The fainting into skies From a high diving board The express train overnight To Detroit’s damp bars I want a song to play A miserable line or two Some chords and some mistakes To harmonize with you My classroom days are flutters Propagating in the dark Where I think about the others And how I let them rot

Following my passions through Be it in heaven or in hell Wherever mystery will fume And the melody shall swell I can’t be pretentious If I am giving it my all Why mark the self so serious? Failure’s the best part of the fall

Our life on these streets seems silent in comparison to leaves And I can make a bit of noise but it’s nothing under nature’s echoing So let my fingers tumble in convulsions Let my spinning head drape I am petrified in motion To find the stillness in my grace When the summer’s resonance is playing All those rich, deep meditations And I’m freed for night, slick like jazz improvised I am the solar warrior Cosmic spirit, co-explorer

new punk lol demo i made tonight:

I’ve got limited cash Tips or wage it’s all a flash Reading Sylvia Plath Man, do I got it bad I don’t want what they prescribe I just wanna sleep at night Let music get me high Stuffing words inside my mind Timid verbs creep on me Everybody must be lonely Selling lies to skim the scene Fashion is just make believe Wearing leather late at night My jacket’s rad, my jeans are tight I can loosen up my shades Knife’s all right, I want the blade

Ain’t no man that’s gonna put one past me Pussy!

I’m an atom time decayed Just so criminally gay Push me around, call me dyke Don’t give a shit, I like what I like I will possess the fouls you claim Wear them like a badge of shame Then I will spit on your politics Because, really, I don’t give a shit Blood is blood and it stains red Money is the power that wants you dead I’ve barely got the pocket change To feel the pull of the deranged Yet I’m still acting strange