I've been making music for a rather long time, but unsure if I make any consistent progress - for me its one of those things that are hard to quantify. I notice some jumps when I change equipment or improve my production, however sometimes I look back on a particular period and enjoy what I was up to a lot more than in recent years. There was a decent period of recording where I was terrible at organisation, so they are more or less lost unless I ressurect a slightly water-damaged laptop that has no screen (-2018ish). I will add the years recorded and produced next to each song.
very much a work in progress - I'm inclined not to release final versions of songs.
Waking tomorrow2019
she is the sea
back when she meant that much to me
she is the sea
capacities unreal
that’s what I was taught to feel
and now I know It wasn’t just
me in the dark
she is the sea
life waits for me
life waits for me the moment i reach out
life waits for me
life waits for me as soon as i know
where I’m going
but where I’m coming
I don’t care I don’t care
I don’t care
the neon light
the neon light reaches in from the shallow
neon light
the neon light talks to me
as if it were a friend and on it i depend
for light to get back
to me
the neon light
the murky waters
the murky waters linger on in my mind
the murky waters
the murky waters call to me in my sickness
there is no cure
for feeling all of it
all the time
the murky waters
the purple shadow
the purple shadow aches on in the pines
the purple shadow
it’s flaming arrow released from the bow
oh it struggles with my soul
and now i can’t recall a time
when it wasn’t mine
the purple shadow
waking tomorrow
waking tomorrow out from the reeds of my dreams
waking tomorrow
let me understand
if there is a plan i want no part of it
2022
why do i have so many dreams in which i’m sick
why do they all come so fast
and when i feel happy it feels so difficult
in so many ways
why do i have so many dreams in which i’m sick
why do they all come at last
2022
can you really ask me a question
can you really talk with a straight face
under your eyes is the ocean
is the answer really just please
is it all over my face
I just can’t repeat this notion
am i calling back from the city
did you laugh when i tried
to receive your impressions
(even in the moments i cried)
in the depths of the night
i talk to myself and i wait in the line
to find out my health
you know it really wasn’t a chore to stick around
but then of course
my mind is unbound
was it really love that you were after?
was it something else off the shelf
its a mystery how we function
there’s nothing really outside my head
cept maybe nothing at all
but that would make you an invention
i really really thought i would make it
there’s a bit of you that did too
after mounting up the pressure
(there’s something else that came through)
Obsessed with the rules
and how they break and change in time
and through it all down
instead of repeating words i’m out of luck
its just a game
i’m never unstuck
2022
then i say it
i say it over them
i say it over
i say it over again
when i talk
it gets
easier
got a little bit of effort in my toes between you
then i see it in the corner and it rains before me
attitude and just a little bit of light before us
can you see what i was waiting for it just can’t hold on
will you let me
you let me follow the wind
you let me follow
you let my path upend
when i walk
it gets
nearer
pseudo hippocrite unburdened you waits in sorrow
I’m a little bit unbrightened by your angst and rhythm
on the call its just another story burnt by blindness
i would never ever follow freely ropes can bind us
(when we talk
it gets
realer)
(when you leave
you’re a
healer)
when awoken its another turn that burns unfollowed
see you turning and a little hand that waves out to me
2024
I’d like to be under the ocean sky
I’d like to be under your opened eye
Till I wither and fall into my night time
Until I die there you I want to lie
Thats a newer way
Turn eternally
In a womans eye
Killing back then, and away
From a darker time
And away
That was always mine
I’d like to be untouched and left inside
Until at last I’m under breaking tides
I’d like to be awash in all your life
A letter we could write for all of time
It’s a mouth awake
That returns to us
In a womans dream
Killing back then, and away
From a brighter time
And away
That was always mine
And away
From a darker time
And away
That was always mine
In a womans dream
Killing back then, and away
From a brighter time
And away
That was always mine
And away
From a darker time
And away
That was always mine