Pure and Lovely

this is song number two on the piano,

its not actually called pure + lovely,

-it stemmed from another song I was writing and I just

needed the first line to help me remember the melody.

its just a thought,

not complete, doesnt fit with the other song either,

but if I was with you we'd probably be sitting in your livingroom or mine

talking and playing around on the piano so,

if this is the closest we can come..

feel free to click the orange link below and download

{pure + lovely}

pure and lovely

wholly let me

fall to love, oh God.

I love you like the little bird

Ive made up my mind

this is the time to relegate

no need to remind,

scans are unkind a lot of times

but Ive tried

Ive tried to write

what was in my head,

what was in my head

sometimes I feel

I feel so obsolete

because the kids want a faster beat

and if I was free, free to leave

but its my kids,

they need to eat..

I love you its true,

I love you like the little bird. (-click to listen)

no need to remind

life is unkind a lot of times

but its my kids, they need to eat

but its my kids, they need to eat

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from: Ghosts of the Past.

{Starflyer 59.}

snow pirates and bicycles?

A song for Terence To.

who rides his bicycle to school in the cold toronto winters.

{click to download}

--
in the wake
of toronto's soul
Im sailing on the northern wave
in the peace
of an empty street
Im drifting over sun + space

early light
turns the white
snow pink Im
promised to the rolling waves
frothy foam
on a garden gnome
like brine
is stinging at my face

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I ride my bike
in the tiretracks of the cars
wind fills my sail,
with my eyes stung closed I
cant see where
we are.
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Im the captain,
the castaway,
I navigate suburban bays
in the peace
of an empty street
Im drifting over frozen waves

Biking in the snow
is a dangerous pastime
gripping at my throat
like an ancient pirate
fingers made of ice
caught me by surprise
Im never coming home.


{let the wind carry me home}--

1 Thessalonians 5:14-18

My Dad used to listen to scripture memory tapes, and I thought it was the most annoying thing in the world. But the other day I realized I STILL remember those songs,

so hey, if it works...

1 Thessalonians 5:14-18

{click here}

Morellas Forest.

1. Back in 1992
2. my destiny was stolen from me.
3. stolen quickly and painlessly
4. while I was still young and naive
5. 
   

Morella's Forest

From the corridors of Dayton Ohio,

emerged a space-age, garage-pop

shoegazing, noise pop band

who unknowingly happened upon the greatest band name in the world.

Morella,

is a great name by the way.

1. topographic name for someone who lived where brambles grew,
2. from Old Sicilian morella, Sicilian mureddha ‘blackberry’.
3. Morellas is also found as a Greek family name.
4. 
   
   I will never forgive myself for being born too late to claim this name as my own.
   alas, it is lost. it evades me like fog to the touch, lost like a gold coin in the ocean !
   boo hoo.
   
   
   
   

What I love about Kerry Wade.

listen and download:

Shes so Sci Fi

SHES SO SCI FI

where is she now, in time

and which dimension?

has she rejoined the Hong Kong Cavaliers

[in the future]

we know its bright, and gold

kerry has told me so

shes like a light

alone in time

shes a little sci fi dear,

its in her veins

she rides with johnny on the monorail

to future earth,

to outer space

where is she now, in time

and which dimension?

has she become

a bounty hunter cold

[in the future]

+ where you are

is where you go

as banzai told her so,

out on the edge

of space and time alone

and its no surprise she gets underrated...

always somewhere else.

shes a little sci fi dear

its in her veins

she rides with johnny on the mono

fading into deep deep space,

a different place.

flora/fauna

Housekeeping. I am, as of now, going through the old songs and trying to be diligent about tightening up loose ends.. -also finishing a good number of the songs that I recorded as skeletons. This proves to be........... a lot harder than I thought it would be. Why is it so much easier to record something the day you write it?

attempt no. 1

a revised flora/fauna.

When I started recording, way back when..

the comment I got most often was that the guitar is too loud so we cant hear the words. I managed to move out of that phase for a while but I think Im back in it again. I dunno.. when I stop paying attention, it eventually lends itself to shoegaze, and honestly I just cant get enough of that.

-not to say that Im particularly pleased with the wall of sound present in the second half of this song... I definitely envisioned it differently,

-but I could easily say the same of every song Ive ever tried recording.

note to self: how did I end up with more loose ends than when I started?