Sunday, June 23, 2013

currently fermenting...


when we move away
from this murmured graze
you're a score of thieves
no blonde remains
behind the 'trolmans reach
and darling youre to blame

washing all the easels
watch
before we set them on fire
falsifying idols
stars
before we burnt out inside

washing all the easels
watch
before we set them on fire
set them on fire
set them on fire
set them on fire


of all this masonry
im a row of teeth
scalding creeks
and childish actresses
that linger from beneath
the quiver of your balm pressed lips


washing all the easels
watch
before we set them on fire
falsifying idols
stars
before we burnt out inside
washing all the easels
watch
before we set them on fire
set them on fire
set them on fire
set them on fire


in the meantime, revisit the elders...



Thursday, June 20, 2013

drop

hapless hearts and measuring cups.

dictations and expectations

settlements and suggestions.

it all ends badly.

and you, YOURSELF, are only to blame.

Thursday, June 13, 2013

we're so beautiful.

like beating a dead horse.

we're in the process of recording new material, but in the meantime, revisit, or perhaps discover the wonderful home-fi that is 'prague over brooklyn.'

Wednesday, June 12, 2013

Monday, June 3, 2013

non-alcoholics know nothing about insurance or disease.

i had a flurry of odd dreams last night.

one of them involved being in a building i swore i'd been to before. as you walk in, pillars of are corralled by glass cases showcasing some of the most amazing looking donuts you've ever laid eyes upon. i take a once by, following the display as it wraps to the right, until i reach the end, which opens to an open cafe area (though there are no chairs or tables to be seen). i follow my trail back to the front, while taking stock of all the donuts and carefully laying out my choices and questions in my head, as i do regularly at any place of consumption.

there are all the favorites of mine, chocolate glazed old fashioned, maple bars, sprinkle cakes and the host of endless cousin-related pastries. the attendant is young and indifferent, his hair cut close to his temple, only showing wonderment when inquiry from myself about one donut in particular.

this one is the greatest of all, like a massive croissant-like donut, adorned with chocolate and what seems to be slash strips of strawberry glaze.

i ask the kid what it tastes like. he is uncertain. next thing i know, the donut is torn at the front, a piece in his hand and another in mine. the taste of soft buttery chocolate and strawberry with flaky aftertaste makes my mouth insatiable. and then i wake up.

(waking up with no donuts and no access at 3am is not a welcome feeling).

the second dream i had as soon as i fell back asleep took place in a big grassy field, not unlike one you'd see at a grandiose musical festival. there is a hugely elevated stage, where amps of disproportionate size and equipment are set up. and behind the stage is a huge two story staircase, which ends at and connects to the stage.

at one point i find myself on stage with my friend and guitarist, frantically trying to get sound out of the speakers to no avail. all i keep thinking is, 'why are we doing the sound check so close to when we should be performing?'

suddenly, i find myself back on solid ground, navigating my way to the rear of the staircase/concrete structure, which is greeted by more people, beach umbrellas and flip flops.

i see this random guy who keeps arguing and pushing his way towards someone i know. i immediately intervene, and all i keep saying to him is, 'shut the fuck up and leave it alone.' this happens a couple of times and i repeat to him again,'shut the fuck up and leave it alone.'

he pushes his way again to the point that i finally ask, what the hell his problem is. he muses, 'your friend told me, non-alcoholics know nothing about insurance or disease.'