time for sleep

grouper - "quiet eyes"

an honest horn

carry me away
i am not bound to stay
on the ground very long.
sometimes i feel so strong,
but i hold my tongue;

now i want to say my peace--

i've long been aligned
with the wind's hollow blow,
and now i shall blow my horn
to match it's cold bellow
and every word i never said
shall resound in the notes
that come from my heart
from my gut, from my soul

jesus loves you the best

the incredible string band - "a very cellular song"
from the album the hangman's beautiful daughter

"Winter was cold and the clothing was thin
But the gentle shepherd calls the tune
Oh dear mother, what shall I do?
First please your eyes and then your ears, Jenny
Exchanging love tokens say goodnight

Lay down, my dear sister
Won't you lay and take your rest?
Won't you lay your head upon your saviour's breast?
And I love you, but Jesus loves you the best
And I bid you goodnight, goodnight, goodnight,
And I bid you goodnight, goodnight, goodnight.
One of these mornings bright and early and fine,
Goodnight, goodnight
Not a cricket not a spirit going to shout me on,
Goodnight, goodnight
I go walking in the valley of the shadow of death
Goodnight, goodnight
And his rod and his staff shall comfort me
Goodnight, goodnight
Oh John, the wine! he saw the sign
Goodnight, goodnight
Oh John, say I seen a number of signs
Goodnight, goodnight
Tell A for the ark that wonderful boat
Goodnight, goodnight
You know they built it on the land getting water to float
Goodnight, goodnight
Tell B for the beast at the ending of the wood
Goodnight, goodnight
You know it ate all the children when they wouldn't be good
Goodnight, goodnight
I remember quite well, I remember quite well
Goodnight, goodnight
I was walking in Jerusalem just like John
Goodnight, goodnight, goodnight.

Who would lose and who would bruise
Or who would live quite prettily?
And who would love what comes along
And fill the air with joyous song

Who would go and who would come
Or who would simply linger?
And who would hide behind your chair
And steal your crystallised ginger

Nebulous nearnesses cry to me
At this timeless moment
Someone dear to me wants me near, makes me high
I can hear vibrations fly
Through mangoes, pomegranates and planes
All the same
When it reaches me and teaches me
To sigh

Who would mouse and who would lion
Or who would be the tamer?
And who would hear directions clear
From the unnameable namer

Who would skip and who would plod
Or who would lie quite stilly?
And who would ride backwards on a giraffe
Stopping every so often to laugh

Amoebas are very small!

Oh ah ee oo! there's absolutely no strife
living the timeless life
I don't need a wife
living the timeless life
If I need a friend I just give a wriggle
Split right down the middle
And when I look there's two of me
Both as handsome as can be
Oh here we go slithering, here we go slithering and squelching on
Oh here we go slithering, here we go slithering and squelching on
Oh ah ee oo there's absolutely no strife
living the timeless life

Black hair, brown hair, feather and scale
Seed and stamen and all unnamed lives that live
Turn your quivering nerves in my direction
Turn your quivering nerves in my direction
Feel the energy projection of my cells
Wishes you well.

May the long time sun shine upon you
All love surround you
And the pure light within you
Guide you all the way on."

pretty-boy

i said, "describe your dream prince,
i'll draw every detail."
i told pretty-boy he's got the
best prince comin' to him in the world
he believed me for a while
then he went and asked the girls

the girls told him, "pretty-boy
be realistic--no one can live up
to your idea of perfection!"

i said, "hey man, it's all conjecture
and besides this is hypothetical, right?"
and pretty-boy just mumbled,
"well, i'll be lonely tonight."

if i see you so troubled
like i see you today
when i see you so troubled,
what should i say?

i say, "pretty-boy, quit lookin
at yourself in the mirror."
the room's so warm
it feels like i caught a fever
i believed it for a while
and i slept and kept on sleepin

my dreams tell me,
"pretty-boy's no child, he's a grown man
even if he's got a lot of learn."

the girls said, "he's still got his dukes up,
he's still got his fight!"
but pretty-boy just mumbles,
"i'll still be lonely tonight."

WANTED

THIS DANGEROUS DANCING MAN IS STILL ON THE LOOSE, MEDIUM-TANNED SKIN, DARK HAIR, DARK EYES, 140 POUNDS BUT OF SLENDER BUILD, OFTEN WEARS DARK SUNGLASSES AND RED BANDANA ON HEAD, WEARS CLINGING, TIGHT SHIRTS AND A DARK GREEN FROCK, SOMETIMES RED TROUSERS, COWBOY BOOTS OR EVEN SLIPPERS, CONCEALING DEADLY KNIVES MOST LIKELY OF SOUTH AMERICAN ORIGIN, USUSALLY A DRINK IN HAND, DOESN'T TALK MUCH AND SOMETIMES SPORTS A PATCHY BEARD, HAS TWO LEFT FEET YET DESPITE THIS HE IS A PROFESSIONAL BALLROOM DANCER, SO DANCERS ESPECIALLY STAY ALERT
ANY INFORMATION REPORT TO LOCAL SHERIFF
REWARD $$$10,000 D.O.A.

it's a formula we figured
out a hundred years ago
when all the scientists gathered
and stoked and turned the coals

it's a game we keep on playing
with ourselves and all our friends
where we only see the shadows
forget the means, it's only ends

it always ends in bitter struggle
when you try to raise a voice
and a voice is all you have these days
keep your words sacred and choice

if i had to make a choice
between melting in the sun, or being
crucified under the moon
in front of everyone

well, i'd rather burn my bridges
well, i'd rather cut and run
well, i'd rather burn my bridges
yeah, i'd rather cut and run

you'll see the pattern better
if you open both your eyes
one after the other
then again at the same time

it's a formula we figured
out a hundred years ago
when all the scientists gathered
and stoked and turned the coals

photobooth time travel

time travel is easier on airplanes


watch the earth rise!
drink milk from the mountain's teet!

swim with the fishes!

trespass the heavens!

tornado

i feel just a picket fence in your harsh, harsh winds
you're a tornado, baby, i'll admit
but more attuned to water than dust
is it the eye of the hurricane
you see through when you you squint?

--response to sharon van etten's "tornado," video of her playing with megafaun.




breaking my heeeart i've never heard this song before:

just for fun

constellation light box

some photos from october 09

building a rube goldberg machine

a ball rolls into some blocks of wood and turna on the super mario theme song and then the dominoes fall into the popsicle stick bridge which collapes the little whirly deal and moves the wagon which bumps the table and gets the soft ball to roll down the tube and release the feathers! the switch turns on, and the fan blows the windchimes and spins the string that pulls the lever to release the weight, and as the pully turns the fishbowl full of marbles falls and CRASHes to the ground. wonderful fun

here's an actual rube goldberg piece, don't mind the commercialism

wire whales!

empty boat + quills

new lithos

everyone can tell

dirty little mouth you got,
pretty as an apricot
but saying the most violent of things
green just ain't a color anybody can wear well
on their face and not have everybody tell
everyone can tell
especially the girls (girls can tell)
better than the boys
i just block out the noise, myself
with rock n roll music

why'd you show your face again
when you know you got no friends
shouldn't you be sticking to your kind?
everybody saw you make a fool out of yourself
well, "no standards" is a standard in itself
but not everybody's down
for your kind of good time
you like to light fires
in other people's living rooms
i mind my own business

pigeons

if you're out on your business
don't mind them pigeons
flying by deliverin' messages
they're hard wired, they know their way home
do you even know where your home is,
my friend?

before it comes to a head
and before they sever it
out with it already!
say it, don't spray it with me, ok?
i am hard wired to wander natur'ly,
but i know my way back home
again

and on your wings
you carry me
you turn in the sky
and dive in the sea
and on your wings
you carry the things
you learned from the sun
you know where you're from

less is more

"less is more," the saying goes
but i know they all want more
a pebble just ain't a boulder
but if i had to choose one for my shoulder
the pebble would be my pick

i'm fixed, i'm transfixed
on your stony eyes
so mysterious
blue or grey or maybe silver
wild and wide, so wide and seeing me
feeling honestly
for the first time in a long while: honesty
so refreshing, it is so sweet
how i love you dearly
and when you are near me
everything is easy as it should be

"less is more," the saying goes
and i know that it is true
if i could have one thing it would be you
and there's not one thing you need to do
for me but to be everything
you are and that you want to be,
honestly