(One-Hundred-Two)
Mark Z. Danielewski reading “Clip 4”
“Here she was a newborn. There as a nine year old. The one Toland kept his eyes fixed on while he told me the story of the rest of her life was Audra at sixteen emerging from the foam of Manhattan Beach.”
[Announcement 1]
What you will find in post 101 is a demo of the last song on the current four song EP that I’m working on, titled, tentatively, The Bokehen EP. This will be followed up later in the summer by two more four song EPs, tentatively titled, Summer Nights EP, and If You Have to Tell Someone EP, which will collectively make up an album. Basically, if you like what you hear, more is coming.
Also, I will be back to posting on a semi-regular basis, so stay tuned for that.
(One-Hundred-One)
Song 9 (Demo) by FurImmerFurEwig
Counted out these city lights tracing back this icy night with all the words that slipped out of my head.
Cast me out to sea with all these reversed memories that led me straight back here into this empty bed.
You are not the end, but I cannot pretend to be half complete without you.
I’m wasted from the start on all the buses and the cars that pass me as I stumble through the streets
Bringing something certain to the end of what will surely be the beginning of the end of what you might have seen in me.
You are not the end, but I cannot pretend to be half complete without your
Everything that’s keeping me from sleep.
And I’m sure I would be half the man if I never met you. Don’t think that I can forget you
I will be half complete without you.
A cover of a City and Colour song I did today.
[Private Thought 5]
The saddest poncho there ever was.
[Private Thought 4]
A list of lines I wish I wrote:
“Dead lovers salivate, broken hearts tessellate tonight” -David Monks
“Need you like water in my lungs” -Jesse Lacey
“Watch her spin around in her highest heels…” -Chris Carrabba
“God is a place where some holy spectacle lies.” -Jeff Mangum
“In the morning I’ll be with you, but it will be a different kind.” -Justin Vernon
[Private Thought 3]
Absence makes the heart grow fonder (this applies three fold, so apologies for not being around)
(One-Hundred)
Go dance, hold your breath, skip stones,
Collect stars, swing at night, run through fields alone,
Tell lies, make up words, silent sing,
Fake friends, make eyes, catch tiny wings.
Stumble step, swallow sky, bathe in streams,
Greet dawn, hum imagined songs, whisper secret dreams.
Make believe: Please, come be little with me.
(Ninety-Nine)
When You Were Young by The Killers
“But, he talks like a gentleman like you imagined
When you were young.”
(Ninety-Eight)
“Nam Sibyllam quidem Cumis ego ipse oculis meis vidi
in ampulla pendere, et cum illi pueri dicerent: Σιβυλλα
τι θελεις; respondebat ill: αποθανειν θελω.”
The Wasteland by T.S. Eliot
