now, now: roommates

blowing kisses into the wind.

its coming about, this life and death thing.

aging through space, dragging our hopes behind us.

running in a steady spiral towards then behind but always descending.

forwards and around

a crack in the sky

drip drop 'til the bottom is top.

and spring fall

and malice burns cigarette scars

across open arms.

...

now let the ages come and pick the truth apart

change your name, but keep your heart the same.

cage the elephant: aberdeen

there are places.

some of us can't face yet.

even when we see it.

we just swear gods sleepin'.

††††

its the taste, really. the awful softness of the sweetsound, as well. pass your hands over my face. let the shadow trace in places and fill in the others. we are alike, i suppose, but rather i'd not. i'd rather know no undertow saves the best and deepest for last and sheepish i lie and lay against the corners of the house id rather leave half built, than built in half. forget remembering, than remember forgetting.

Cliffs Along The Sea from Christian Sorensen Hansen on Vimeo.

kings of leon: happy alone

maybe i could grow

into something beautiful

a sparrow song

only if you sing along

with me.

...

"im over it, really. shut up. don't talk to me. stop saying things i already know. whatever, i don't care, really. just leave me alone. id rather not. "

son lux: weapons

spent most of the day after work on the couch listening

to greg laswell and reading A Very Private Gentleman by Martin Booth.

suffice it to say, the movie doesn't ruin the book for me at all.

...

i also made it a point to listen to no music released after 2006.

it was awesome.

tune-yards: little tiger

falling back to sleep

with your melody on repeat

if it wasn't what i did,

what was it

you needed?

...

clean dishes. clean car. clean room.

spend less time somewhere between 2005 and 2008.

...

whenever i feel detached or perforated or distant.

i play this song over and over until i feel better.

and it works every time.

joseph arthur: smile that explodes

day off today.

melted away the afternoon writing music

reading and listening to newer music given to me

by a good friend of mine, chaz.

...

wicked is the wondering wishes of a windswept reality.

gregory & the hawk: fin song 8

lookbook get.nu can really depressing.

positives: i have a cat now. his real name is jones, but brennan and i call hi jonsi. he doesnt seem to mind it. he says goodmorning and welcome back from work. i've always wanted a cat.

man, this is really boring.

negatives: i feel like im waiting for something to happen. maybe its next year. maybe next week. or maybe its just fall. fall is just the decaying space between summer and winter. the smell of rot is everywhere right now. i love it.

joel says it smells like feet. i think it smells like 12 years old walking through the woods with a rusted machete and a bbgun, slitted sunshine running like shooting stars across his face as he searches for the miniature movements of small rodents and listens to his pulse slowing to match that of the trees' stretching like tributary veins under his feet. chill reddening his cheeks to rosehip blush. the chill means you're alive. the cold in the lungs. the breaking of day and leaves. sight and sound and sensation. death decay and a displacement of rusted light by birch trunks.

the past is endlessly one thing and everything at once. 21 years is a single moment.

Gregory and the Hawk - Wild West from Bandstand Busking on Vimeo.