#fawm2017

"Fall Guy" - ukulele original 

​I see your face everywhere 

in pixelated ash and slate 

Drifting coal and water ink 

a tainted portrait, the mimic fades 

False dawn, roses and rust 

Afternoons, amber and dust 

Evening falls, violet tattoo 

All this time I'm resolution blue

In your eyes I see the slow collapse

recursive nightmares, gunmetal gray

a ghostly ship moored just offshore

a spectral hand performs the switch and bait

False dawn, roses and rust 

Afternoons, amber and dust 

Evening falls, violet tattoo 

All this time I'm resolution blue 

When history recalls your fading name

All its branches shudder and shake

Slumber through reality, unaware and unashamed

One day may you find yourself awake 

False dawn, roses and rust

Afternoons, amber and dust

Evening falls, violet tattoo

In the dim half-light

Shades come to whisper their good nights

A menacing prayer ushers in the dawn

awaiting sacrifice, your dutiful pawn

Make something wild and strange

from the dull residue of familiar pain

You can steal my sleep, keep my dreams

Trade me a reality that glitters and gleams

You came to me in spirit and fire

You who feel the phantom limb of unmet desire

bowed beneath the weight of wasted days

Now you waste my nights with your shadow plays

Make something wild and strange

from the dull residue of familiar pain

You can steal my sleep, keep my dreams

Trade me a reality that glitters and gleams

The sun floats up on silent wings

Draining off the last dregs of a dream within a dream within a dream

The day wears a hazy monochrome sheen

I thought I had closed that book after I signed my name in blood I cried when I scribed “The End” and the cover came down in a cloud of caged dust

I kept steady, circling, course correcting until one day my path was ripped away my black hole went retrograde Saturn returned to me 10 years too late

I stowed that book on a shelf behind some clothes from a lost season With all the things I want to forget blinding colors I’ll never wear again

I kept steady, circling, course correcting until one day my path was ripped away my black hole went retrograde Saturn returned to me 10 years too late

Now my book has a thousand new pages written ages and ages ago it smells of old thunder and roses and the dark earth hidden under the snow

if I read my unwritten past how will I ever find my way home? will I ever find my way home?

first crack at fawm, 3 songs lined up and none of them done.