SEEKING
Band to Join, Bass Guitar, Drums.ABOUT
Singer songwriter based in Queens. I feel I've reached a certain experience level to be more specific about the type of situation I am looking for:
I want to work with an ace guitarist, bass player, and drummer to form a band. I want to be specific about what I can offer: I'm a songwriter. I'll come into this situation with more than fifty songs ready to be arranged into a full band context. In addition, I'll be able to write songs from collaborating on chords and melodies with my bandmates. I've noticed when I've gotten together with other musicians over the years, there's been confusion over what we're doing: there aren't any defined roles heading into the situation. It has kinda resulted in disappointing jam sessions that lack chemistry. I'm a songwriter. I'm not a great guitar player, I'm not going to be able to translate notes from keys to guitar, or basically be able to communicate effectively solely as an instrumentalist. That's not my skill-set. If you are a skilled guitarist looking to work with a writer to put something together from a band standpoint, then we could be a match. Things can be put together from there. All this being said: I'm not opposed to working with another songwriter in the group. Plenty of great bands have multiple writers and singers. I just want to be clear about what I'm capable of doing. I want expectations to be understood before we get together. I'm uploading more of my original songs onto here after writing this. This will give you an idea about my writing style and my voice. If you don't dig it, then no problem! We won't work together. I want to work with people I am on the same page with. Who know (and like) what I'm bringing to the table as a songwriter. Thanks for reading.
- Screen name:
- Matt28Waters
- Member since:
- Dec 03 2011
- Active within 2 weeks
- Level of commitment:
- Committed
- Years playing music:
- 10
- Gigs played:
- 10 to 50
- Tend to practice:
- More than 3 times per week
- Available to gig:
- 4-5 nights a week
- Most available:
- Nights
Influences
Bob Dylan, Leonard Cohen, Modest Mouse, Conor Oberst, Mike Scott (Waterboys) Michael Stipe, Jimi Hendrix, Smashing Pumpkins, Patti Smith.
EQUIPMENT
acoustic guitar
Electric guitar
MUSIC
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The Truth About New York
The Truth About New York Year: 2017 Genre: Rock
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Orpheus Under Moonbeams
Orpheus Under Moonbeams Year: 2015 Genre: Rock
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Aurora
Aurora Year: 2015 Genre: Rock
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Rough and Rowdy Ways is Bob Dylan's masterpiece
Rough and Rowdy Ways is Bob Dylan's masterpieceThe Show Do Tell Reading Series and Art review returns with an in-depth review of Bob Dylan's latest album 'Rough and Rowdy Ways.' Matt also sifts through his feelings about his nonexistent personal essay about life during the pandemic, the subliminal appeal of film noir and gangster movies, and the state of the New York Yankees, who resigned venerable outfielder Brett Gardner during this episode's recording.
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moment 2 moment
moment 2 momentThe second album from Queens, New York songwriter Matt Waters. Originally released November 27th, 2019.
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a dream within a dream
a dream within a dreamThe second album from Queens, New York songwriter Matt Waters. Originally released November 27th, 2019.
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camila
camilaThe second album from Queens, New York songwriter Matt Waters. Originally released November 27th, 2019.
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for some reason
for some reasonThe second album from Queens, New York songwriter Matt Waters. Originally released November 27th, 2019.
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novel
novelThe second album from Queens, New York songwriter Matt Waters. Originally released November 27th, 2019.
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needing you
needing youThe second album from Queens, New York songwriter Matt Waters. Originally released November 27th, 2019.
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nothing more to say
nothing more to sayThe second album from Queens, New York songwriter Matt Waters. Originally released November 27th, 2019.
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the sum of our dreams (1972)
the sum of our dreams (1972)The second album from Queens, New York songwriter Matt Waters. Originally released November 27th, 2019.
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gray afternoon on 5th Avenue
gray afternoon on 5th AvenueThe second album from Queens, New York songwriter Matt Waters. Originally released November 27th, 2019.
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at the mercy of a melody
at the mercy of a melodyThe second album from Queens, New York songwriter Matt Waters. Originally released November 27th, 2019.
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blue dove
blue doveThe second album from Queens, New York songwriter Matt Waters. Originally released November 27th, 2019.
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rapunzel
rapunzelThe second album from Queens, New York songwriter Matt Waters. Originally released November 27th, 2019.
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in previous observations of the rain
in previous observations of the rainThe second album from Queens, New York songwriter Matt Waters. Originally released November 27th, 2019.
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ms. night
ms. nightThe second album from Queens, New York songwriter Matt Waters. Originally released November 27th, 2019.
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And I Love Her -- cover of a song by The Beatles
And I Love Her -- cover of a song by The Beatles1964.
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new york rain
new york rainMy new album. ‘When The Saints’ was written during the pandemic. It imagines the inner-lives of citizens of a stopped culture, while also ruminating on the healing power of love. A note on the songs: New York Rain -- Reinvention is always a statement of power. But true identity is more complicated. We live in our contradictions -- the characters in this song may not be morally pristine -- but they are also willing to love within their contradictions. True lovers are the champions of the world. Untroubled Summer: Virginia Liston sings the 'Titanic Blues.' I'll See You On the Beach in Better Days: This was the first song I wrote during the pandemic. The character is a vain failure. He disregards safety measures, takes a cynical position on science even as his existence hinges on the cure, and frequently embarrasses the woman he loves. But he's also a true romantic. And there's something admirable about his devotion to individuality. An unaffiliated man -- accomplishes nothing and breaks nothing. A Free Citizen Sleeps: “The mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation. What is called resignation is confirmed desperation.” -- Henry David Thoreau Cold Twilight: Apathy must be investigated. Not immediately rebuked on moral grounds as a show of sincerity. Civic responsibility may feel grounded in assumption when compared to the abstract quality of individuality and memory. Broken State: The coda is a prayer. Often, it is up to us to answer our own prayers. At the End of This Earth: The testament of one roadie's life and times in the twenty-first century. Except much of his life has been spent gazing at the singer whom he services. One person's burdens are another's blessings. The Watchman Reflects: One professional's life stored in the eyes of a painted woman on a wall. When the museum is closed, he goes alone to look. Intelligence: You may notice several songs on the album reference the world stopping. For a brief moment last spring, before it all went mad, there was an existential angst amid the fear and anger. One could actually see the system stopping -- almost like the sidewalks had reversed -- so we walked forward to get backward. Temporarily, loss and gain were negated. All had become theoretical. I actually was not what I thought I wanted. I was less, so therefore more. Such a mentality seemed to suit a character who'd done extremely consequential things in a highly conscious way, for a specific end. To fool them he had to fool himself too. Hidden Green: As society inevitably revolutionizes itself we must find ways of strength which cannot wear out -- changeless as the world can seem when we are in love in it. Night Driving: Holy headlights, guide us safely on our journey through evening's mystery. The imperceptibility 'tween 45 MPH and 50 -- dark matter where sound becomes song. (Night Driving was inspired by Sylvia Plath's poetry) New Year's Dream: Inspired by my love. Presiding: Ultimately the quietude of space was rather lost on me until I was looking *up* with the one I love. Finally Tonight: Waiting, finitude, forever -- these great forces we graze against in our simple little lives animated by love. Luck & Love: This song was never supposed to be this song. It was supposed to be something which I now do not remember. These lyrics I believe to the fullest.
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I'll See You On the Beach in better days
I'll See You On the Beach in better daysMy new album. ‘When The Saints’ was written during the pandemic. It imagines the inner-lives of citizens of a stopped culture, while also ruminating on the healing power of love. A note on the songs: New York Rain -- Reinvention is always a statement of power. But true identity is more complicated. We live in our contradictions -- the characters in this song may not be morally pristine -- but they are also willing to love within their contradictions. True lovers are the champions of the world. Untroubled Summer: Virginia Liston sings the 'Titanic Blues.' I'll See You On the Beach in Better Days: This was the first song I wrote during the pandemic. The character is a vain failure. He disregards safety measures, takes a cynical position on science even as his existence hinges on the cure, and frequently embarrasses the woman he loves. But he's also a true romantic. And there's something admirable about his devotion to individuality. An unaffiliated man -- accomplishes nothing and breaks nothing. A Free Citizen Sleeps: “The mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation. What is called resignation is confirmed desperation.” -- Henry David Thoreau Cold Twilight: Apathy must be investigated. Not immediately rebuked on moral grounds as a show of sincerity. Civic responsibility may feel grounded in assumption when compared to the abstract quality of individuality and memory. Broken State: The coda is a prayer. Often, it is up to us to answer our own prayers. At the End of This Earth: The testament of one roadie's life and times in the twenty-first century. Except much of his life has been spent gazing at the singer whom he services. One person's burdens are another's blessings. The Watchman Reflects: One professional's life stored in the eyes of a painted woman on a wall. When the museum is closed, he goes alone to look. Intelligence: You may notice several songs on the album reference the world stopping. For a brief moment last spring, before it all went mad, there was an existential angst amid the fear and anger. One could actually see the system stopping -- almost like the sidewalks had reversed -- so we walked forward to get backward. Temporarily, loss and gain were negated. All had become theoretical. I actually was not what I thought I wanted. I was less, so therefore more. Such a mentality seemed to suit a character who'd done extremely consequential things in a highly conscious way, for a specific end. To fool them he had to fool himself too. Hidden Green: As society inevitably revolutionizes itself we must find ways of strength which cannot wear out -- changeless as the world can seem when we are in love in it. Night Driving: Holy headlights, guide us safely on our journey through evening's mystery. The imperceptibility 'tween 45 MPH and 50 -- dark matter where sound becomes song. (Night Driving was inspired by Sylvia Plath's poetry) New Year's Dream: Inspired by my love. Presiding: Ultimately the quietude of space was rather lost on me until I was looking *up* with the one I love. Finally Tonight: Waiting, finitude, forever -- these great forces we graze against in our simple little lives animated by love. Luck & Love: This song was never supposed to be this song. It was supposed to be something which I now do not remember. These lyrics I believe to the fullest.
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a free citizen sleeps
a free citizen sleepsMy new album. ‘When The Saints’ was written during the pandemic. It imagines the inner-lives of citizens of a stopped culture, while also ruminating on the healing power of love. A note on the songs: New York Rain -- Reinvention is always a statement of power. But true identity is more complicated. We live in our contradictions -- the characters in this song may not be morally pristine -- but they are also willing to love within their contradictions. True lovers are the champions of the world. Untroubled Summer: Virginia Liston sings the 'Titanic Blues.' I'll See You On the Beach in Better Days: This was the first song I wrote during the pandemic. The character is a vain failure. He disregards safety measures, takes a cynical position on science even as his existence hinges on the cure, and frequently embarrasses the woman he loves. But he's also a true romantic. And there's something admirable about his devotion to individuality. An unaffiliated man -- accomplishes nothing and breaks nothing. A Free Citizen Sleeps: “The mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation. What is called resignation is confirmed desperation.” -- Henry David Thoreau Cold Twilight: Apathy must be investigated. Not immediately rebuked on moral grounds as a show of sincerity. Civic responsibility may feel grounded in assumption when compared to the abstract quality of individuality and memory. Broken State: The coda is a prayer. Often, it is up to us to answer our own prayers. At the End of This Earth: The testament of one roadie's life and times in the twenty-first century. Except much of his life has been spent gazing at the singer whom he services. One person's burdens are another's blessings. The Watchman Reflects: One professional's life stored in the eyes of a painted woman on a wall. When the museum is closed, he goes alone to look. Intelligence: You may notice several songs on the album reference the world stopping. For a brief moment last spring, before it all went mad, there was an existential angst amid the fear and anger. One could actually see the system stopping -- almost like the sidewalks had reversed -- so we walked forward to get backward. Temporarily, loss and gain were negated. All had become theoretical. I actually was not what I thought I wanted. I was less, so therefore more. Such a mentality seemed to suit a character who'd done extremely consequential things in a highly conscious way, for a specific end. To fool them he had to fool himself too. Hidden Green: As society inevitably revolutionizes itself we must find ways of strength which cannot wear out -- changeless as the world can seem when we are in love in it. Night Driving: Holy headlights, guide us safely on our journey through evening's mystery. The imperceptibility 'tween 45 MPH and 50 -- dark matter where sound becomes song. (Night Driving was inspired by Sylvia Plath's poetry) New Year's Dream: Inspired by my love. Presiding: Ultimately the quietude of space was rather lost on me until I was looking *up* with the one I love. Finally Tonight: Waiting, finitude, forever -- these great forces we graze against in our simple little lives animated by love. Luck & Love: This song was never supposed to be this song. It was supposed to be something which I now do not remember. These lyrics I believe to the fullest.
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cold twilight
cold twilightMy new album. ‘When The Saints’ was written during the pandemic. It imagines the inner-lives of citizens of a stopped culture, while also ruminating on the healing power of love. A note on the songs: New York Rain -- Reinvention is always a statement of power. But true identity is more complicated. We live in our contradictions -- the characters in this song may not be morally pristine -- but they are also willing to love within their contradictions. True lovers are the champions of the world. Untroubled Summer: Virginia Liston sings the 'Titanic Blues.' I'll See You On the Beach in Better Days: This was the first song I wrote during the pandemic. The character is a vain failure. He disregards safety measures, takes a cynical position on science even as his existence hinges on the cure, and frequently embarrasses the woman he loves. But he's also a true romantic. And there's something admirable about his devotion to individuality. An unaffiliated man -- accomplishes nothing and breaks nothing. A Free Citizen Sleeps: “The mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation. What is called resignation is confirmed desperation.” -- Henry David Thoreau Cold Twilight: Apathy must be investigated. Not immediately rebuked on moral grounds as a show of sincerity. Civic responsibility may feel grounded in assumption when compared to the abstract quality of individuality and memory. Broken State: The coda is a prayer. Often, it is up to us to answer our own prayers. At the End of This Earth: The testament of one roadie's life and times in the twenty-first century. Except much of his life has been spent gazing at the singer whom he services. One person's burdens are another's blessings. The Watchman Reflects: One professional's life stored in the eyes of a painted woman on a wall. When the museum is closed, he goes alone to look. Intelligence: You may notice several songs on the album reference the world stopping. For a brief moment last spring, before it all went mad, there was an existential angst amid the fear and anger. One could actually see the system stopping -- almost like the sidewalks had reversed -- so we walked forward to get backward. Temporarily, loss and gain were negated. All had become theoretical. I actually was not what I thought I wanted. I was less, so therefore more. Such a mentality seemed to suit a character who'd done extremely consequential things in a highly conscious way, for a specific end. To fool them he had to fool himself too. Hidden Green: As society inevitably revolutionizes itself we must find ways of strength which cannot wear out -- changeless as the world can seem when we are in love in it. Night Driving: Holy headlights, guide us safely on our journey through evening's mystery. The imperceptibility 'tween 45 MPH and 50 -- dark matter where sound becomes song. (Night Driving was inspired by Sylvia Plath's poetry) New Year's Dream: Inspired by my love. Presiding: Ultimately the quietude of space was rather lost on me until I was looking *up* with the one I love. Finally Tonight: Waiting, finitude, forever -- these great forces we graze against in our simple little lives animated by love. Luck & Love: This song was never supposed to be this song. It was supposed to be something which I now do not remember. These lyrics I believe to the fullest.
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broken state
broken stateMy new album. ‘When The Saints’ was written during the pandemic. It imagines the inner-lives of citizens of a stopped culture, while also ruminating on the healing power of love. A note on the songs: New York Rain -- Reinvention is always a statement of power. But true identity is more complicated. We live in our contradictions -- the characters in this song may not be morally pristine -- but they are also willing to love within their contradictions. True lovers are the champions of the world. Untroubled Summer: Virginia Liston sings the 'Titanic Blues.' I'll See You On the Beach in Better Days: This was the first song I wrote during the pandemic. The character is a vain failure. He disregards safety measures, takes a cynical position on science even as his existence hinges on the cure, and frequently embarrasses the woman he loves. But he's also a true romantic. And there's something admirable about his devotion to individuality. An unaffiliated man -- accomplishes nothing and breaks nothing. A Free Citizen Sleeps: “The mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation. What is called resignation is confirmed desperation.” -- Henry David Thoreau Cold Twilight: Apathy must be investigated. Not immediately rebuked on moral grounds as a show of sincerity. Civic responsibility may feel grounded in assumption when compared to the abstract quality of individuality and memory. Broken State: The coda is a prayer. Often, it is up to us to answer our own prayers. At the End of This Earth: The testament of one roadie's life and times in the twenty-first century. Except much of his life has been spent gazing at the singer whom he services. One person's burdens are another's blessings. The Watchman Reflects: One professional's life stored in the eyes of a painted woman on a wall. When the museum is closed, he goes alone to look. Intelligence: You may notice several songs on the album reference the world stopping. For a brief moment last spring, before it all went mad, there was an existential angst amid the fear and anger. One could actually see the system stopping -- almost like the sidewalks had reversed -- so we walked forward to get backward. Temporarily, loss and gain were negated. All had become theoretical. I actually was not what I thought I wanted. I was less, so therefore more. Such a mentality seemed to suit a character who'd done extremely consequential things in a highly conscious way, for a specific end. To fool them he had to fool himself too. Hidden Green: As society inevitably revolutionizes itself we must find ways of strength which cannot wear out -- changeless as the world can seem when we are in love in it. Night Driving: Holy headlights, guide us safely on our journey through evening's mystery. The imperceptibility 'tween 45 MPH and 50 -- dark matter where sound becomes song. (Night Driving was inspired by Sylvia Plath's poetry) New Year's Dream: Inspired by my love. Presiding: Ultimately the quietude of space was rather lost on me until I was looking *up* with the one I love. Finally Tonight: Waiting, finitude, forever -- these great forces we graze against in our simple little lives animated by love. Luck & Love: This song was never supposed to be this song. It was supposed to be something which I now do not remember. These lyrics I believe to the fullest.
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at the end of this earth
at the end of this earthMy new album. ‘When The Saints’ was written during the pandemic. It imagines the inner-lives of citizens of a stopped culture, while also ruminating on the healing power of love. A note on the songs: New York Rain -- Reinvention is always a statement of power. But true identity is more complicated. We live in our contradictions -- the characters in this song may not be morally pristine -- but they are also willing to love within their contradictions. True lovers are the champions of the world. Untroubled Summer: Virginia Liston sings the 'Titanic Blues.' I'll See You On the Beach in Better Days: This was the first song I wrote during the pandemic. The character is a vain failure. He disregards safety measures, takes a cynical position on science even as his existence hinges on the cure, and frequently embarrasses the woman he loves. But he's also a true romantic. And there's something admirable about his devotion to individuality. An unaffiliated man -- accomplishes nothing and breaks nothing. A Free Citizen Sleeps: “The mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation. What is called resignation is confirmed desperation.” -- Henry David Thoreau Cold Twilight: Apathy must be investigated. Not immediately rebuked on moral grounds as a show of sincerity. Civic responsibility may feel grounded in assumption when compared to the abstract quality of individuality and memory. Broken State: The coda is a prayer. Often, it is up to us to answer our own prayers. At the End of This Earth: The testament of one roadie's life and times in the twenty-first century. Except much of his life has been spent gazing at the singer whom he services. One person's burdens are another's blessings. The Watchman Reflects: One professional's life stored in the eyes of a painted woman on a wall. When the museum is closed, he goes alone to look. Intelligence: You may notice several songs on the album reference the world stopping. For a brief moment last spring, before it all went mad, there was an existential angst amid the fear and anger. One could actually see the system stopping -- almost like the sidewalks had reversed -- so we walked forward to get backward. Temporarily, loss and gain were negated. All had become theoretical. I actually was not what I thought I wanted. I was less, so therefore more. Such a mentality seemed to suit a character who'd done extremely consequential things in a highly conscious way, for a specific end. To fool them he had to fool himself too. Hidden Green: As society inevitably revolutionizes itself we must find ways of strength which cannot wear out -- changeless as the world can seem when we are in love in it. Night Driving: Holy headlights, guide us safely on our journey through evening's mystery. The imperceptibility 'tween 45 MPH and 50 -- dark matter where sound becomes song. (Night Driving was inspired by Sylvia Plath's poetry) New Year's Dream: Inspired by my love. Presiding: Ultimately the quietude of space was rather lost on me until I was looking *up* with the one I love. Finally Tonight: Waiting, finitude, forever -- these great forces we graze against in our simple little lives animated by love. Luck & Love: This song was never supposed to be this song. It was supposed to be something which I now do not remember. These lyrics I believe to the fullest.
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the watchman reflects
the watchman reflectsMy new album. ‘When The Saints’ was written during the pandemic. It imagines the inner-lives of citizens of a stopped culture, while also ruminating on the healing power of love. A note on the songs: New York Rain -- Reinvention is always a statement of power. But true identity is more complicated. We live in our contradictions -- the characters in this song may not be morally pristine -- but they are also willing to love within their contradictions. True lovers are the champions of the world. Untroubled Summer: Virginia Liston sings the 'Titanic Blues.' I'll See You On the Beach in Better Days: This was the first song I wrote during the pandemic. The character is a vain failure. He disregards safety measures, takes a cynical position on science even as his existence hinges on the cure, and frequently embarrasses the woman he loves. But he's also a true romantic. And there's something admirable about his devotion to individuality. An unaffiliated man -- accomplishes nothing and breaks nothing. A Free Citizen Sleeps: “The mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation. What is called resignation is confirmed desperation.” -- Henry David Thoreau Cold Twilight: Apathy must be investigated. Not immediately rebuked on moral grounds as a show of sincerity. Civic responsibility may feel grounded in assumption when compared to the abstract quality of individuality and memory. Broken State: The coda is a prayer. Often, it is up to us to answer our own prayers. At the End of This Earth: The testament of one roadie's life and times in the twenty-first century. Except much of his life has been spent gazing at the singer whom he services. One person's burdens are another's blessings. The Watchman Reflects: One professional's life stored in the eyes of a painted woman on a wall. When the museum is closed, he goes alone to look. Intelligence: You may notice several songs on the album reference the world stopping. For a brief moment last spring, before it all went mad, there was an existential angst amid the fear and anger. One could actually see the system stopping -- almost like the sidewalks had reversed -- so we walked forward to get backward. Temporarily, loss and gain were negated. All had become theoretical. I actually was not what I thought I wanted. I was less, so therefore more. Such a mentality seemed to suit a character who'd done extremely consequential things in a highly conscious way, for a specific end. To fool them he had to fool himself too. Hidden Green: As society inevitably revolutionizes itself we must find ways of strength which cannot wear out -- changeless as the world can seem when we are in love in it. Night Driving: Holy headlights, guide us safely on our journey through evening's mystery. The imperceptibility 'tween 45 MPH and 50 -- dark matter where sound becomes song. (Night Driving was inspired by Sylvia Plath's poetry) New Year's Dream: Inspired by my love. Presiding: Ultimately the quietude of space was rather lost on me until I was looking *up* with the one I love. Finally Tonight: Waiting, finitude, forever -- these great forces we graze against in our simple little lives animated by love. Luck & Love: This song was never supposed to be this song. It was supposed to be something which I now do not remember. These lyrics I believe to the fullest.
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intelligence
intelligenceMy new album. ‘When The Saints’ was written during the pandemic. It imagines the inner-lives of citizens of a stopped culture, while also ruminating on the healing power of love. A note on the songs: New York Rain -- Reinvention is always a statement of power. But true identity is more complicated. We live in our contradictions -- the characters in this song may not be morally pristine -- but they are also willing to love within their contradictions. True lovers are the champions of the world. Untroubled Summer: Virginia Liston sings the 'Titanic Blues.' I'll See You On the Beach in Better Days: This was the first song I wrote during the pandemic. The character is a vain failure. He disregards safety measures, takes a cynical position on science even as his existence hinges on the cure, and frequently embarrasses the woman he loves. But he's also a true romantic. And there's something admirable about his devotion to individuality. An unaffiliated man -- accomplishes nothing and breaks nothing. A Free Citizen Sleeps: “The mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation. What is called resignation is confirmed desperation.” -- Henry David Thoreau Cold Twilight: Apathy must be investigated. Not immediately rebuked on moral grounds as a show of sincerity. Civic responsibility may feel grounded in assumption when compared to the abstract quality of individuality and memory. Broken State: The coda is a prayer. Often, it is up to us to answer our own prayers. At the End of This Earth: The testament of one roadie's life and times in the twenty-first century. Except much of his life has been spent gazing at the singer whom he services. One person's burdens are another's blessings. The Watchman Reflects: One professional's life stored in the eyes of a painted woman on a wall. When the museum is closed, he goes alone to look. Intelligence: You may notice several songs on the album reference the world stopping. For a brief moment last spring, before it all went mad, there was an existential angst amid the fear and anger. One could actually see the system stopping -- almost like the sidewalks had reversed -- so we walked forward to get backward. Temporarily, loss and gain were negated. All had become theoretical. I actually was not what I thought I wanted. I was less, so therefore more. Such a mentality seemed to suit a character who'd done extremely consequential things in a highly conscious way, for a specific end. To fool them he had to fool himself too. Hidden Green: As society inevitably revolutionizes itself we must find ways of strength which cannot wear out -- changeless as the world can seem when we are in love in it. Night Driving: Holy headlights, guide us safely on our journey through evening's mystery. The imperceptibility 'tween 45 MPH and 50 -- dark matter where sound becomes song. (Night Driving was inspired by Sylvia Plath's poetry) New Year's Dream: Inspired by my love. Presiding: Ultimately the quietude of space was rather lost on me until I was looking *up* with the one I love. Finally Tonight: Waiting, finitude, forever -- these great forces we graze against in our simple little lives animated by love. Luck & Love: This song was never supposed to be this song. It was supposed to be something which I now do not remember. These lyrics I believe to the fullest.
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hidden green
hidden greenMy new album. ‘When The Saints’ was written during the pandemic. It imagines the inner-lives of citizens of a stopped culture, while also ruminating on the healing power of love. A note on the songs: New York Rain -- Reinvention is always a statement of power. But true identity is more complicated. We live in our contradictions -- the characters in this song may not be morally pristine -- but they are also willing to love within their contradictions. True lovers are the champions of the world. Untroubled Summer: Virginia Liston sings the 'Titanic Blues.' I'll See You On the Beach in Better Days: This was the first song I wrote during the pandemic. The character is a vain failure. He disregards safety measures, takes a cynical position on science even as his existence hinges on the cure, and frequently embarrasses the woman he loves. But he's also a true romantic. And there's something admirable about his devotion to individuality. An unaffiliated man -- accomplishes nothing and breaks nothing. A Free Citizen Sleeps: “The mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation. What is called resignation is confirmed desperation.” -- Henry David Thoreau Cold Twilight: Apathy must be investigated. Not immediately rebuked on moral grounds as a show of sincerity. Civic responsibility may feel grounded in assumption when compared to the abstract quality of individuality and memory. Broken State: The coda is a prayer. Often, it is up to us to answer our own prayers. At the End of This Earth: The testament of one roadie's life and times in the twenty-first century. Except much of his life has been spent gazing at the singer whom he services. One person's burdens are another's blessings. The Watchman Reflects: One professional's life stored in the eyes of a painted woman on a wall. When the museum is closed, he goes alone to look. Intelligence: You may notice several songs on the album reference the world stopping. For a brief moment last spring, before it all went mad, there was an existential angst amid the fear and anger. One could actually see the system stopping -- almost like the sidewalks had reversed -- so we walked forward to get backward. Temporarily, loss and gain were negated. All had become theoretical. I actually was not what I thought I wanted. I was less, so therefore more. Such a mentality seemed to suit a character who'd done extremely consequential things in a highly conscious way, for a specific end. To fool them he had to fool himself too. Hidden Green: As society inevitably revolutionizes itself we must find ways of strength which cannot wear out -- changeless as the world can seem when we are in love in it. Night Driving: Holy headlights, guide us safely on our journey through evening's mystery. The imperceptibility 'tween 45 MPH and 50 -- dark matter where sound becomes song. (Night Driving was inspired by Sylvia Plath's poetry) New Year's Dream: Inspired by my love. Presiding: Ultimately the quietude of space was rather lost on me until I was looking *up* with the one I love. Finally Tonight: Waiting, finitude, forever -- these great forces we graze against in our simple little lives animated by love. Luck & Love: This song was never supposed to be this song. It was supposed to be something which I now do not remember. These lyrics I believe to the fullest.
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night driving
night drivingMy new album. ‘When The Saints’ was written during the pandemic. It imagines the inner-lives of citizens of a stopped culture, while also ruminating on the healing power of love. A note on the songs: New York Rain -- Reinvention is always a statement of power. But true identity is more complicated. We live in our contradictions -- the characters in this song may not be morally pristine -- but they are also willing to love within their contradictions. True lovers are the champions of the world. Untroubled Summer: Virginia Liston sings the 'Titanic Blues.' I'll See You On the Beach in Better Days: This was the first song I wrote during the pandemic. The character is a vain failure. He disregards safety measures, takes a cynical position on science even as his existence hinges on the cure, and frequently embarrasses the woman he loves. But he's also a true romantic. And there's something admirable about his devotion to individuality. An unaffiliated man -- accomplishes nothing and breaks nothing. A Free Citizen Sleeps: “The mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation. What is called resignation is confirmed desperation.” -- Henry David Thoreau Cold Twilight: Apathy must be investigated. Not immediately rebuked on moral grounds as a show of sincerity. Civic responsibility may feel grounded in assumption when compared to the abstract quality of individuality and memory. Broken State: The coda is a prayer. Often, it is up to us to answer our own prayers. At the End of This Earth: The testament of one roadie's life and times in the twenty-first century. Except much of his life has been spent gazing at the singer whom he services. One person's burdens are another's blessings. The Watchman Reflects: One professional's life stored in the eyes of a painted woman on a wall. When the museum is closed, he goes alone to look. Intelligence: You may notice several songs on the album reference the world stopping. For a brief moment last spring, before it all went mad, there was an existential angst amid the fear and anger. One could actually see the system stopping -- almost like the sidewalks had reversed -- so we walked forward to get backward. Temporarily, loss and gain were negated. All had become theoretical. I actually was not what I thought I wanted. I was less, so therefore more. Such a mentality seemed to suit a character who'd done extremely consequential things in a highly conscious way, for a specific end. To fool them he had to fool himself too. Hidden Green: As society inevitably revolutionizes itself we must find ways of strength which cannot wear out -- changeless as the world can seem when we are in love in it. Night Driving: Holy headlights, guide us safely on our journey through evening's mystery. The imperceptibility 'tween 45 MPH and 50 -- dark matter where sound becomes song. (Night Driving was inspired by Sylvia Plath's poetry) New Year's Dream: Inspired by my love. Presiding: Ultimately the quietude of space was rather lost on me until I was looking *up* with the one I love. Finally Tonight: Waiting, finitude, forever -- these great forces we graze against in our simple little lives animated by love. Luck & Love: This song was never supposed to be this song. It was supposed to be something which I now do not remember. These lyrics I believe to the fullest.
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New Year's Dream
New Year's DreamMy new album. ‘When The Saints’ was written during the pandemic. It imagines the inner-lives of citizens of a stopped culture, while also ruminating on the healing power of love. A note on the songs: New York Rain -- Reinvention is always a statement of power. But true identity is more complicated. We live in our contradictions -- the characters in this song may not be morally pristine -- but they are also willing to love within their contradictions. True lovers are the champions of the world. Untroubled Summer: Virginia Liston sings the 'Titanic Blues.' I'll See You On the Beach in Better Days: This was the first song I wrote during the pandemic. The character is a vain failure. He disregards safety measures, takes a cynical position on science even as his existence hinges on the cure, and frequently embarrasses the woman he loves. But he's also a true romantic. And there's something admirable about his devotion to individuality. An unaffiliated man -- accomplishes nothing and breaks nothing. A Free Citizen Sleeps: “The mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation. What is called resignation is confirmed desperation.” -- Henry David Thoreau Cold Twilight: Apathy must be investigated. Not immediately rebuked on moral grounds as a show of sincerity. Civic responsibility may feel grounded in assumption when compared to the abstract quality of individuality and memory. Broken State: The coda is a prayer. Often, it is up to us to answer our own prayers. At the End of This Earth: The testament of one roadie's life and times in the twenty-first century. Except much of his life has been spent gazing at the singer whom he services. One person's burdens are another's blessings. The Watchman Reflects: One professional's life stored in the eyes of a painted woman on a wall. When the museum is closed, he goes alone to look. Intelligence: You may notice several songs on the album reference the world stopping. For a brief moment last spring, before it all went mad, there was an existential angst amid the fear and anger. One could actually see the system stopping -- almost like the sidewalks had reversed -- so we walked forward to get backward. Temporarily, loss and gain were negated. All had become theoretical. I actually was not what I thought I wanted. I was less, so therefore more. Such a mentality seemed to suit a character who'd done extremely consequential things in a highly conscious way, for a specific end. To fool them he had to fool himself too. Hidden Green: As society inevitably revolutionizes itself we must find ways of strength which cannot wear out -- changeless as the world can seem when we are in love in it. Night Driving: Holy headlights, guide us safely on our journey through evening's mystery. The imperceptibility 'tween 45 MPH and 50 -- dark matter where sound becomes song. (Night Driving was inspired by Sylvia Plath's poetry) New Year's Dream: Inspired by my love. Presiding: Ultimately the quietude of space was rather lost on me until I was looking *up* with the one I love. Finally Tonight: Waiting, finitude, forever -- these great forces we graze against in our simple little lives animated by love. Luck & Love: This song was never supposed to be this song. It was supposed to be something which I now do not remember. These lyrics I believe to the fullest.
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presiding
presidingMy new album. ‘When The Saints’ was written during the pandemic. It imagines the inner-lives of citizens of a stopped culture, while also ruminating on the healing power of love. A note on the songs: New York Rain -- Reinvention is always a statement of power. But true identity is more complicated. We live in our contradictions -- the characters in this song may not be morally pristine -- but they are also willing to love within their contradictions. True lovers are the champions of the world. Untroubled Summer: Virginia Liston sings the 'Titanic Blues.' I'll See You On the Beach in Better Days: This was the first song I wrote during the pandemic. The character is a vain failure. He disregards safety measures, takes a cynical position on science even as his existence hinges on the cure, and frequently embarrasses the woman he loves. But he's also a true romantic. And there's something admirable about his devotion to individuality. An unaffiliated man -- accomplishes nothing and breaks nothing. A Free Citizen Sleeps: “The mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation. What is called resignation is confirmed desperation.” -- Henry David Thoreau Cold Twilight: Apathy must be investigated. Not immediately rebuked on moral grounds as a show of sincerity. Civic responsibility may feel grounded in assumption when compared to the abstract quality of individuality and memory. Broken State: The coda is a prayer. Often, it is up to us to answer our own prayers. At the End of This Earth: The testament of one roadie's life and times in the twenty-first century. Except much of his life has been spent gazing at the singer whom he services. One person's burdens are another's blessings. The Watchman Reflects: One professional's life stored in the eyes of a painted woman on a wall. When the museum is closed, he goes alone to look. Intelligence: You may notice several songs on the album reference the world stopping. For a brief moment last spring, before it all went mad, there was an existential angst amid the fear and anger. One could actually see the system stopping -- almost like the sidewalks had reversed -- so we walked forward to get backward. Temporarily, loss and gain were negated. All had become theoretical. I actually was not what I thought I wanted. I was less, so therefore more. Such a mentality seemed to suit a character who'd done extremely consequential things in a highly conscious way, for a specific end. To fool them he had to fool himself too. Hidden Green: As society inevitably revolutionizes itself we must find ways of strength which cannot wear out -- changeless as the world can seem when we are in love in it. Night Driving: Holy headlights, guide us safely on our journey through evening's mystery. The imperceptibility 'tween 45 MPH and 50 -- dark matter where sound becomes song. (Night Driving was inspired by Sylvia Plath's poetry) New Year's Dream: Inspired by my love. Presiding: Ultimately the quietude of space was rather lost on me until I was looking *up* with the one I love. Finally Tonight: Waiting, finitude, forever -- these great forces we graze against in our simple little lives animated by love. Luck & Love: This song was never supposed to be this song. It was supposed to be something which I now do not remember. These lyrics I believe to the fullest.
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finally tonight
finally tonightMy new album. ‘When The Saints’ was written during the pandemic. It imagines the inner-lives of citizens of a stopped culture, while also ruminating on the healing power of love. A note on the songs: New York Rain -- Reinvention is always a statement of power. But true identity is more complicated. We live in our contradictions -- the characters in this song may not be morally pristine -- but they are also willing to love within their contradictions. True lovers are the champions of the world. Untroubled Summer: Virginia Liston sings the 'Titanic Blues.' I'll See You On the Beach in Better Days: This was the first song I wrote during the pandemic. The character is a vain failure. He disregards safety measures, takes a cynical position on science even as his existence hinges on the cure, and frequently embarrasses the woman he loves. But he's also a true romantic. And there's something admirable about his devotion to individuality. An unaffiliated man -- accomplishes nothing and breaks nothing. A Free Citizen Sleeps: “The mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation. What is called resignation is confirmed desperation.” -- Henry David Thoreau Cold Twilight: Apathy must be investigated. Not immediately rebuked on moral grounds as a show of sincerity. Civic responsibility may feel grounded in assumption when compared to the abstract quality of individuality and memory. Broken State: The coda is a prayer. Often, it is up to us to answer our own prayers. At the End of This Earth: The testament of one roadie's life and times in the twenty-first century. Except much of his life has been spent gazing at the singer whom he services. One person's burdens are another's blessings. The Watchman Reflects: One professional's life stored in the eyes of a painted woman on a wall. When the museum is closed, he goes alone to look. Intelligence: You may notice several songs on the album reference the world stopping. For a brief moment last spring, before it all went mad, there was an existential angst amid the fear and anger. One could actually see the system stopping -- almost like the sidewalks had reversed -- so we walked forward to get backward. Temporarily, loss and gain were negated. All had become theoretical. I actually was not what I thought I wanted. I was less, so therefore more. Such a mentality seemed to suit a character who'd done extremely consequential things in a highly conscious way, for a specific end. To fool them he had to fool himself too. Hidden Green: As society inevitably revolutionizes itself we must find ways of strength which cannot wear out -- changeless as the world can seem when we are in love in it. Night Driving: Holy headlights, guide us safely on our journey through evening's mystery. The imperceptibility 'tween 45 MPH and 50 -- dark matter where sound becomes song. (Night Driving was inspired by Sylvia Plath's poetry) New Year's Dream: Inspired by my love. Presiding: Ultimately the quietude of space was rather lost on me until I was looking *up* with the one I love. Finally Tonight: Waiting, finitude, forever -- these great forces we graze against in our simple little lives animated by love. Luck & Love: This song was never supposed to be this song. It was supposed to be something which I now do not remember. These lyrics I believe to the fullest.
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luck & love
luck & loveMy new album. ‘When The Saints’ was written during the pandemic. It imagines the inner-lives of citizens of a stopped culture, while also ruminating on the healing power of love. A note on the songs: New York Rain -- Reinvention is always a statement of power. But true identity is more complicated. We live in our contradictions -- the characters in this song may not be morally pristine -- but they are also willing to love within their contradictions. True lovers are the champions of the world. Untroubled Summer: Virginia Liston sings the 'Titanic Blues.' I'll See You On the Beach in Better Days: This was the first song I wrote during the pandemic. The character is a vain failure. He disregards safety measures, takes a cynical position on science even as his existence hinges on the cure, and frequently embarrasses the woman he loves. But he's also a true romantic. And there's something admirable about his devotion to individuality. An unaffiliated man -- accomplishes nothing and breaks nothing. A Free Citizen Sleeps: “The mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation. What is called resignation is confirmed desperation.” -- Henry David Thoreau Cold Twilight: Apathy must be investigated. Not immediately rebuked on moral grounds as a show of sincerity. Civic responsibility may feel grounded in assumption when compared to the abstract quality of individuality and memory. Broken State: The coda is a prayer. Often, it is up to us to answer our own prayers. At the End of This Earth: The testament of one roadie's life and times in the twenty-first century. Except much of his life has been spent gazing at the singer whom he services. One person's burdens are another's blessings. The Watchman Reflects: One professional's life stored in the eyes of a painted woman on a wall. When the museum is closed, he goes alone to look. Intelligence: You may notice several songs on the album reference the world stopping. For a brief moment last spring, before it all went mad, there was an existential angst amid the fear and anger. One could actually see the system stopping -- almost like the sidewalks had reversed -- so we walked forward to get backward. Temporarily, loss and gain were negated. All had become theoretical. I actually was not what I thought I wanted. I was less, so therefore more. Such a mentality seemed to suit a character who'd done extremely consequential things in a highly conscious way, for a specific end. To fool them he had to fool himself too. Hidden Green: As society inevitably revolutionizes itself we must find ways of strength which cannot wear out -- changeless as the world can seem when we are in love in it. Night Driving: Holy headlights, guide us safely on our journey through evening's mystery. The imperceptibility 'tween 45 MPH and 50 -- dark matter where sound becomes song. (Night Driving was inspired by Sylvia Plath's poetry) New Year's Dream: Inspired by my love. Presiding: Ultimately the quietude of space was rather lost on me until I was looking *up* with the one I love. Finally Tonight: Waiting, finitude, forever -- these great forces we graze against in our simple little lives animated by love. Luck & Love: This song was never supposed to be this song. It was supposed to be something which I now do not remember. These lyrics I believe to the fullest.
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New York Rain
New York RainNew York Rain I was trailing you In the New York rain I lost your face In the reliable gray Your leather jacketed back and Waving black mane Had no name The market is high And everyone’s drunk Losing the sense of themselves That knows everything’s not enough The night before we met I dreamt About blood in the sole of my shoe Cause I had to do what I had to do We’re far above the fray Mad kisses in a hot penthouse Synchronized writhing Atop your tossed blouse The boom won’t last But you never speak of the dead The center can hold if we ignore the bend Let them call me a criminal As I tend to my affairs Citizens never understand What it means to actually care My partial print washed away Like a counter stain In the New York rain New York rain, New York rain New York rain, New York rain I’ve been labeled a sick bastard By a cynical kind of crook Delineating innocence and guilt By the way things look So they tell me to tone it down While putting on the green Endlessly celebrating the way things seem And you check my ambition After a new episode of Friends Reminding me of the normalcy Upon which our union depends Lincoln Center jazz, Saturday morning Pilates Any attempted coup Would disrupt your hobbies Every year we replay Exactly how we met I follow you under the arch You initiate, to my amazement Even the weather once Granted the exact same storm I put my hand in your pocket to keep it warm I’d just been promoted And placed on long-term assignment Your father was an inside-trader placed In solitary confinement Your black umbrella And so much nuance to explain In the New York rain
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Presiding (demo) 10:23:20, 6.44 PM
Presiding (demo) 10:23:20, 6.44 PMpainting -- Harvest Moon by Elisabeth Fraser
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luck and love (demo) - 10:2:20, 4.19 PM
luck and love (demo) - 10:2:20, 4.19 PMLuck & Love Footsteps, beats of the heart Edited dialogue Time moves on The reader unreached What did it mean? Compared to you The words untrue Unmade fantasy of A love I never knew Now that’s not me So does it even matter? Stubborn old dreams Seem to me Myths for meaning making But when I hold you in bed Undermining the dread Life becomes more than What’s been given and taken For one moment in time Make me real I lit myself on fire To show them I could feel I couldn’t say the name Of any old friend I thought New York City Would make me born again Autumn’s horizon, so aflame Empty stadium, playoff game The book’s spine And author’s name Who needs it? Respectable labor, published novel Legitimized son Middle class drama Book Critics Circle Honestly, who gives a damn? The exception in class Could not pass Advanced math’s gauntlet Daydreams of confetti While yelling I’m not ready But your doppelganger’s convinced you To want it For one moment in life Make me real I opened every vein For an exclusive deal Selling my memory Had to be a better way But they only took my money And didn’t ask me to stay Well oh my, God All we got is our love Oh my God All we have is our love Survival can be mere luck I think all I really got Is your love Survival, a matter of Mere luck All I really got Is your love
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Every Grain of Sand _cover of a song by Bob Dylan_
Every Grain of Sand _cover of a song by Bob Dylan_In the time of my confession, in the hour of my deepest need When the pool of tears beneath my feet floods every newborn seed There's a dying voice within me reaching out somewhere Toiling in the danger and the morals of despair Don't have the inclination to look back on any mistake Like Cain, I now behold this chain of events that I must break In the fury of the moment I can see the master's hand In every leaf that trembles, in every grain of sand Oh, the flowers of indulgence and the weeds of yesteryear Like criminals, they have choked the breath of conscience and good cheer The sun beams down upon the steps of time to light the way To ease the pain of idleness and the memory of decay I gaze into the doorway of temptation's angry flame And every time I pass that way I'll always hear my name Then onward in my journey I come to understand That every hair is numbered like every grain of sand I have gone from rags to riches in the sorrow of the night In the violence of a summer's dream, in the chill of a wintry light In the bitter dance of loneliness fading into space In the broken mirror of innocence on each forgotten face I hear the ancient footsteps like the motion of the sea Sometimes I turn, there's someone there, other times it's only me I am hanging in the balance of the reality of man Like every sparrow falling, like every grain of sand Copyright: Special Rider
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Finally Tonight
Finally TonightThe government Was wrong I ask the sidewalk For a song As it conveys me Toward the setting sun You were dancing on The video To an eighties Song in stereo As if our Freedom was already won And in this world Falling apart We found each other I’d crawl the whole Graveyard on Queens Boulevard To be your lover You got me thinking Like S.E. Hinton I chose gold paper To hold this bright and Dying Bouquet And with your hand In my hand, I stand prepared To persevere through these hard Days Well the businesses Are closed-down A surgical mask covers Our hometown And I compose another Quiet night’s prayer You were teaching New moves on the screen A pirouette and Cross-body lead While a sunray settled In your hair And in our festivities Underground, you take the Lead Our exile bop Offbeat, steppin’ with two left-feet My Daisy in front of me You shift me nighttime tender Like F. Scott Fitzgerald As we sail under Jewel Avenue’s Green light With your melody Logged on my lips For a song yet to exist Tiding me Until it’s finally Tonight
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At the End of this Earth
At the End of this EarthYour father Fixed cars But could never Fix his self Your mother Loved movies The idea of being Someone else You were twelve years old When the towers Collapsed Three months later Someone mailed the Mayor anthrax Boonton, New Jersey Seemed like A place made to Depart You gigged At Reservoir down Parsippany Boulevard By 22, your band Was filling Arlene’s Grocery One night at the bar You cocked your head And spoke to me I asked What’s it worth? Your record contract At the end of this earth It’s already over In your desperate clasp The Editor in Chief’s Last gasp All those white people In their golden scenes You read about them In dilapidated magazines All so vibrant, all so violent All so real Had a brother Who went and died In the Iraq War My father got it In his head that I would Take over the store I was already slinging And went full-time in the village My boss Rico told me “We get ‘em high and they get our culture To pillage.” It was him who turned me on To Nietzsche and art Criticism Let me sleep in his Crib on Bleecker, gave me Status in the schism And when Rico got Lit-up for a major transaction On Mott His mother told me he loved Me, they were words I’ve never Forgot Well, come on What’s it worth? Your record contract At the end of this earth A pusher-boy at twelve Has his last kiss And nobody informs The privileged of the apocalypse We’ve been infiltrated, Balkanized Turned on each other The answer upon the Locked lips of another silenced lover Multilingual, faithful Nonexistent We were fast friends To the chagrin Of your Band But there was nothing you Liked more than coke, Except maybe a Good microphone-stand Service-road companions, You really got To know me While you rocked I fulfilled my destiny As a roadie So much money At hotels And new connections We cleaned up lovely at Zuccotti, you played Acoustic for the Insurrection But now the stillness Is delivered, above our Sanctified indifference And nobody is looking At you, for any Grand inference So tell me, what’s it Worth? Your record contract At the end of this earth When the trains stopped running And there wasn’t any meaning to buy Without anyone watching You couldn’t fathom to Try Our business is postponed Like every prince and pauper The ceremonies are closed Someone must tell every daughter And your calloused fingertips, iron larynx First class tickets, all sleep
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Cold Twilight (demo)
Cold Twilight (demo)Woke up this morning With the setting sun Don’t much feel like Being anyone Put-on my sweater And black pea coat How could I forget? Today We’re supposed to vote Cold twilight Its lovely The invisible stars Up there, pretending To be nothing The sidewalk broken In that predictable place Jagged concrete Shaped like an Abandoned briefcase Strolling down Bell Boulevard I walk funny Like they said in the schoolyard Got all my delusions In this brown-paper bag I lost my driver’s license Maybe the volunteers Will lend me a nametag Cold twilight, its ugly Unlike me I’m pretty empty This gymnasium still smells like Sweating flowers Now I can pick the right side And justify my bankrupt hours Wanted to text you But my screen’s cracked Did praying really cure Your panic attacks I’m sorry I overslept For dinner with your parents But I offered you twelve days In Aruba It seemed like proper repentance Cold twilight, my darling I know we seem so over But we’re only getting Started For our eyes peer up At a starless void And their binary world Loves to destroy
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I'll See You On the Beach (In Better Days) - 3:21:20, 12.22 AM
I'll See You On the Beach (In Better Days) - 3:21:20, 12.22 AMThe government Has imposed Its quarantine I don’t suppose A vagrant knows What it’s supposed to mean I’m dying For your touch Thinking about the summer When we were young Uncommon friends With common enemies Calling each other The one I’ve sentenced Myself To ecstasy And my family Wants nothing To do with me I’d imagine my mother’s Frightened And my father a little More drunk Still living in this Town of clay doors, Red roofs, white sand And no luck I’ll see you on the Beach In better days Through a gold-tinted Summer haze Throwing your Healthy body Through The waves The market is high And there it stays Taxes are down They raised minimum wage I’ll see you on the beach In better days Today’s war It’s on those with nothing Wanting more They gather at The governor’s manor Don’t think they’re looking for a tour Once on our plateau I said a lyricist Only ever needs One listener You laughed Said baby, it’s a strange Way to tell me You’re taking me prisoner You were always so witty I’ll see you on the beach In better days When our corporations Have the medicine For this plague I’ll kiss your sea-salted Wrist And buy you a Chocolate shake In that Italian Gelato shop Beside the beach We visited in Better days Days, days, Better days Better days Won’t even know when we see ‘em Will barely even feel ‘em There’ll be so many Better days
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Show Do Tell: Dana Roeser, Jessica Stilling, Christina Connett-Gonzalez
Show Do Tell: Dana Roeser, Jessica Stilling, Christina Connett-GonzalezDana Roeser’s fourth book, All Transparent Things Need Thundershirts, won the Wilder Prize at Two Sylvias Press and was published in September 2019. She is also the author of The Theme of Tonight’s Party Has Been Changed, recipient of the Juniper Prize, as well as Beautiful Motion and In the Truth Room, both winners of the Samuel French Morse Poetry Prize. Among her many awards and honors are the Great Lakes Colleges Association New Writers Award, the Jenny McKean Moore Writer-in-Washington Fellowship, a National Endowment for the Arts Fellowship, a Pushcart Prize, and numerous residencies in the U.S. and abroad. She has read her work widely and taught in the MFA programs in poetry at Purdue, Butler, and Wichita State Universities. Recent poems have appeared, or are forthcoming, in Pushcart Prize XLIII, Crazyhorse, Laurel Review, North American Review, Indianapolis Review, and Notre Dame Review. For more about Dana Roeser, please see www.danaroeser.com. Jessica Stilling's second novel, The Beekeeper's Daughter, was published this December, along with her YA novel, Into the Fairy Forest. Jessica has published in numerous magazines and journals including The Warwick Review, Ms. Magazine, Bust Magazine and The Writer Magazine. She teaches at The Gotham Writers Workshop and currently lives in New York City. Christina Connett-González is a fiction writer and poet. Her work has appeared in H.O.W. Journal, where she later served as Assistant Editor. She teaches creative writing to the youth at Writopia Lab in Manhattan. When not writing, Christina spends her time training, competing in obstacle course races, and reading everything on Earth. She lives in Queens.
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Tangled Up In Blue _ cover of a song by Bob Dylan_
Tangled Up In Blue _ cover of a song by Bob Dylan_Matt Waters: Vocals Takeshi Ohtani: Keys Early one mornin' the sun was shinin' I was layin' in bed Wondrin' if she'd changed at all If her hair was still red Her folks they said our lives together Sure was gonna be rough They never did like Mama's homemade dress Papa's bank book wasn't big enough And I was standin' on the side of the road Rain fallin' on my shoes Heading out for the east coast Lord knows I've paid some dues Gettin' through Tangled up in blue She was married when we first met Soon to be divorced I helped her out of a jam I guess But I used a little too much force We drove that car as far as we could Abandoned it out west Split up on a dark sad night Both agreeing it was best She turned around to look at me One more time as I was walkin' away Saying over her shoulder Boy, we're bound meet again some day On the avenue Tangled up in blue I remember staying in the great north woods Living in a vagabond hotel One day during the pouring rain I can feel how the axe just fell So I drifted down to New Orleans Where I was lucky not to be destroyed I almost died in the boiling flat Two miles outside of Delacroix But all the while I was alone The past was close behind I seen a lot of women But she never escaped my mind And I just grew Tangled up in blue She was dancing in the flamingo club And I stopped in for a beer I just kept lookin' at the side of her face In the spotlight so clear And later on when the crowd thinned out I was just about to do the same She was standing there, right behind my chair Touching me, said, “it ain’t no accident you came,” I muttered something under my breath She studied the lines on my face I must admit I felt a little uneasy When she bent down to tie the laces Of my shoe Tangled up in blue She lit a burner on the stove Wearing a dress made out of stars and stripes I thought you'd never say hello, she said You look like the silent type Then she opened up a book of poems And started quoting them to me Written by a French child From the eighteenth century And everyone of them words rang true And glowed like burnin' coal Pourin' off of every page Like it was written in my soul From me to you Tangled up in blue I lived with them on Montague Street In a basement down the stairs There was music in the cafes at night There was revolution in the air Then he started into dealing with slaves And something inside of her froze She had to sell everything she owned Even her jewelry and her clothes And when it all came crashing down I became withdrawn The only thing I knew how to do Was to keep on keepin' on Like a bird that flew Tangled up in blue So now I'm goin' on back again I got to get to her and be brave All the people we used to know At least the ones that ain’t in the grave Some are bricklayers, some are bank robbers Some are burglars, some are truck driver’s wives I don't know how it all got started I got no idea what they're doin' with their lives But me, I'm still on the road Headin' for another joint We always did feel the same We just saw it from a different point A different point of view Tangled up in blue All Rights reserved to Special Rider
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Night Driving
Night Driving
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Show Do Tell Reading Series: Donald Kennedy, Prince A. McNally, Aaron Poochigian
Show Do Tell Reading Series: Donald Kennedy, Prince A. McNally, Aaron PoochigianAARON POOCHIGIAN earned a PhD in Classics from the University of Minnesota and an MFA in Poetry from Columbia University. His first book of poetry, The Cosmic Purr (Able Muse Press), was published in 2012, and his second book Manhattanite, which won the Able Muse Poetry Prize, came out in 2017. His third book, American Divine, won the Richard Wilbur Award and will come out in 2020. His thriller in verse, Mr. Either/Or, was released by Etruscan Press in the fall of 2017. His work has appeared in such publications as Best American Poetry, The Paris Review and POETRY. Prince A. McNally An emerging voice in American poetry as well as the International poetry scene, Prince A.McNally is a Brooklyn born poet, writer, philosopher and activist; who utilizes his voice as a platform to speak for the voiceless. Though quite eclectic, his poetry and prose focus mainly on the human condition, social injustice and the marginalization of people of color, the elderly; the poor and the homeless here in the U.S. and abroad. His verse is a constant appeal for society to awaken, to rethink and reshape its destiny. Prince's work has appeared in numerous literary magazines, blogs and anthologies throughout the U.S. and abroad. Such as: Dissident Voice, Tuck Magazine, GloMag(India), The World Poetry Open Mic-Poets Anthology, The National Beat Poets Anthologies: 'BEATATUDE' and 'We Are Beat' as well as the forthcoming, Italian Literary magazine 'American Poets and Others' where he receives a brief write-up, along with a translated version of his work. He is a member of The Academy of American Poets, The National Beat Poetry Foundation as well as The Brooklyn Poets. A student of Nichiren Daishonin's Buddhism, Prince prides himself on being... A Rebel with a Cause and Effect. His widely anticipated chapbook, 'Prelude To Serenity' is due out in the Spring of 2020. Donald Kennedy: Born Brooklyn NYU – Stern School of Business Wall St – 5 years. Short Term Securities Market. Last firm Lehman Bros. Left to become a photographer. Photographic career began assisting and studio managing a number of the top photographers in NYC. Bert Stern, Bill King, Pete Turner and Irving Penn amongst others, as well as a number of the photographers from the Magnum Photos group. He moved to Paris and worked there for a number of French, Italian, German and English fashion magazines before returning to the US. In NYC his work appeared editorially for several Hearst and Conde’ Nast magazines. Advertising clients included Saks Fifth Ave, Revlon and Lancome. Fine Arts Photography work began in Paris and has continued throughout his photographic career. Activist.
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Show Do Tell Reading Series: Sam Fischer, Shea Lowery & Nick Gross
Show Do Tell Reading Series: Sam Fischer, Shea Lowery & Nick GrossSam Fischer was born in Bala Cynwyd and spent four incredible years out west at Whitman College before moving back to Philadelphia to live and work. He has a forthcoming poetry chapbook and wants to start a band. Please email him at samuel.t.fischer@gmail.com to connect. Shea Lowery is a professional counselor who believes writing is necessary to understand and explore the human experience. Check out her projects at shealowerylpc.com and ar-tic.org She edits fiction for the Toho Journal. Nick Gross was born and raised in West Philly. He has been writing poetry and creating short stories since the age of 10. He is currently working on a novel with original poetry.
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In a Stranger's Music (1st demo)
In a Stranger's Music (1st demo)The beat of my heart In tune with my steps My motion is writing A mystery text Across the sidewalks of the city The horses they trot Up open space on 10th We graze by hours Time has only lent In the verses of our ditty You can never be sure if You’re in the middle of the End of it when you Didn’t originate it And not re-inventing it Am I experiencing it? One moment after another moment Then another, moment But I can capture it Photograph the infinity of it I heard a picture of you In a stranger’s music The vagrants whisper Like voices in my head I want a record contract They want a bed So how could I sing for pity? The melody in my blood Isn’t worth a crumb of bread But I tune to the frequency Opposed to unplugging instead For songs make good company And you can never know if You’re in the building or Falling apart of it through the Stitching of the sweetness And sadness of it upon The above and below of it The appearance of magic in it This second is now that second In one passing minute Rose petals aflame In the free will of it Singeing my lips And I don’t want to stop it I felt the spirit of you In your favorite music
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Show Do Tell: David Puretz, Taylor Hibma & Amy Veach
Show Do Tell: David Puretz, Taylor Hibma & Amy VeachDavid Puretz is the Editorial Director at Global City, an independent press that publishes the literary and cultural journal Global City Review, and a growing list of other books and anthologies, including his own. As Editorial Director, he oversaw the relaunch of the journal and the publication of the newest online and print journal issue, Legacies. He is also the creator and founder of burly bird zine. Puretz teaches writing at Yeshiva University in New York City, where he currently resides. His debut novel, The Escapist, releases in January. Taylor Hibma grew up in the Midwest and works as a digital media copywriter. His past creative pursuits include writing/directing two short films, including one that premiered at the Anthology Film Archives in New York City. He graduated with an MFA in Creative Writing and is working on a novel series based on his graduate thesis. Amy Veach received her M.F.A. from the City College of New York where she won the Doris Lippman Prize in Creative Writing. When not writing, she enjoys spending time with her husband and two-year old son.
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Rapunzel
RapunzelThe Less Gone is an album about the contradiction of experiencing freedom through desire and deciphering identity within memory.
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A Dream within a Dream by Edgar Allan Poe
A Dream within a Dream by Edgar Allan PoeThe Less Gone is an album about the contradiction of experiencing freedom through desire and deciphering identity within memory.
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Camila
CamilaThe Less Gone is an album about the contradiction of experiencing freedom through desire and deciphering identity within memory.
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For Some Reason
For Some ReasonThe Less Gone is an album about the contradiction of experiencing freedom through desire and deciphering identity within memory.
