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Blog Of A Songwriter: December 2012
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Wednesday, December 26, 2012. Innocence is Forever Fleeting. Innocence is Forever Fleeting. My beautiful son,. I wish I could view the world through your eyes. Innocence is forever fleeting. All day, everyday. May love be your anchor. The perfect storm has taken me. But provided the waters for you to be. My tears cannot wash away your troubles. Nor will they erase my faults. But let them fill your well. So they may cushion your fall. Let them hydrate your strength. Whatever was good in me now is with you.
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Blog Of A Songwriter: June 2011
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Thursday, June 16, 2011. Give me your devouring donations. I have aches, so I've heard. I try to crawl. I saw dying stars. I’ll be holding my lungs in a deep embrace. Let down with bandaged whispers. Come take these elegant shivers. And detach their gentle key. 8220;Conviction without experience makes for harshness. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Subscribe to our mailing list. Promote Your Page Too. Paint songs on paper canvas and audio waves. View my complete profile. Daily Dose Of Architecture.
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Blog Of A Songwriter: April 2011
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Tuesday, April 5, 2011. Climate and elevated gears. Gasp through black lung. Scraped feathers are modern. Each wearing their crooked knuckles,. Warm winters and cardigans. Useless grass and truthful material. I hate you with every supply left ethical. The shape of my nesting wing lacerated. Fleeting blood and a smoking farewell. Silent guns of a strategic home. Make believe an overthrow. Dust, from peaceful stomachs. Unfiltered truth. Hell is a napsack. Television witchhunts, wiretapping broadcasts.
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Blog Of A Songwriter: Broken Palette
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Monday, November 4, 2013. I tried to leave a painted picture. I loved the imagery and context. But without the frame. There is no security. I combed my hair the way you said. I tucked in my shirt and counted my blessings. There can be no love. 8220;Slander is the revenge of a coward, and dissimulation his defense”. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Subscribe to our mailing list. Promote Your Page Too. Paint songs on paper canvas and audio waves. View my complete profile. Daily Dose Of Architecture.
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Blog Of A Songwriter: July 2012
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Tuesday, July 31, 2012. I Read The News Today, Oh Boy. I Read The News Today, Oh Boy. If I were to die today, these same people would, no doubt, tell their friends how proud they were of me for living my life the way I wanted. But they wouldn’t know what it was that I spent my life doing. Making records? Those are surface answers. The real stories come from what those words actually hold. I would die without them knowing a thing about me. I would die along with my story. Tuesday, July 24, 2012. Nelson We...
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Blog Of A Songwriter: Innocence is Forever Fleeting
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Wednesday, December 26, 2012. Innocence is Forever Fleeting. Innocence is Forever Fleeting. My beautiful son,. I wish I could view the world through your eyes. Innocence is forever fleeting. All day, everyday. May love be your anchor. The perfect storm has taken me. But provided the waters for you to be. My tears cannot wash away your troubles. Nor will they erase my faults. But let them fill your well. So they may cushion your fall. Let them hydrate your strength. Whatever was good in me now is with you.
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Blog Of A Songwriter: June 2015
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Tuesday, June 16, 2015. Grinding teeth becomes sandpaper. Ripping the surface from the tops of piano keys. Dissonant in nature, but in music. Cold blooded dogs slithering down. The back alleys of a city abandoned by the righteous. Fangs suspended in air with foam and fear. Understate the ribs and the fur that shines. I remember when I’m in front of my mirror,. An heirloom draped over shoulder blades. A face pressed between metal and clamp,. A Mona Lisa smile beneath historical eyes. Promote Your Page Too.
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Blog Of A Songwriter: June 2013
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Friday, June 21, 2013. I forgive the death of those we bury. Curses are the shovel, cruel and twisting. Behind the walls of swollen words. Like investments, handmade and worthless. A wicked black downfall. Taking control of our central trees. Threatening our way of life. Hands of the owner. When written from beneath. I hesitate before I breathe. Loneliness, the whiskey of defeat. Tears from the ashes of tyranny. The lawless violently aiming. Condemn the scales of obstruction. We can criticize leverage.
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Blog Of A Songwriter: I Read The News Today, Oh Boy
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Tuesday, July 31, 2012. I Read The News Today, Oh Boy. I Read The News Today, Oh Boy. If I were to die today, these same people would, no doubt, tell their friends how proud they were of me for living my life the way I wanted. But they wouldn’t know what it was that I spent my life doing. Making records? Those are surface answers. The real stories come from what those words actually hold. I would die without them knowing a thing about me. I would die along with my story. August 4, 2012 at 12:54 PM.
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