I-95

When you walk out, but don’t totally want to go.  The structure of this one is pretty complete, but the performance has some holes especially the change over from the first section into the second.  Some Juno in the pads various soft-synths here and there.  It starts off at its most dissonant and resolves from there.

The End is Not so Near

Not really sure how I feel about this one.  It has some moments, but I don’t know if it ever really gets to where it’s going.  This could do with a re imagining. 

All Piano.  The sad one, when it all falls apart, and all that’s left is gritting teeth and ash.  This was from a time when I stayed too long, or maybe she stayed too long, but if you’ve been there, you know that point where you can’t see past the heat to the person standing in front of you anymore.

A simple song with a bit of groove and an ample helping of trumpet solo.

Words which fall in your name, on to this page

tracing the way I claim my love for you

know full well that their breath is just accident

and my love, coincidental as only truth

died from the knowledge of better things to come

offering her hand in place of

your one deep breath which was given to compensate

for the thousands we missed in youth

Deep wooded forest masks idleness,

composing itself only for the trees

Trees which seem to indicate turbulence

propagate only for the free

Moments now spent, deep in prayer

seem to point in a particular direction

Offers sent up concentrated in air,

seem to dictate a certain type of discretion

You were the one who woke me from myself

offered me some tea and brought me back to health

You were the dream which kept me in bed

Showed me myself, peered inside my own head

Lives that sacrificed inside your name,

emanating truths I’m afraid to claim

Thoughts that get drowned out by the rain

Waiting for dryness or some other day

Our wonders which cease to grow pale and plain

and alter the courses which show us the way

A piece of  my past, summer romance.