It's funny the randomness of thoughts, and the happenings around you that turn into new thoughts...music, ideas. In one way or another, these are the thoughts that have been floating around in my head, meeting and merging, and taking shape.
Sweeney Todd, split personalities, moving, identity, creating arcs in songs, carnivals, Sunset Rubdown's song "I'm Sorry I Sang on Your Hands That Have Been in the Grave," crazy Gretel film shoot
As a songwriter, I am trying to limit myself less and allow myself to create non-judgmentally.
look for this song soon on my website:
Feed me Sounds
measure me
let the light refract
how much have i grown
disturbance in the air distracts
may sun gone
fight with identity is lost and it's won
i see a left hand writing
it belongs to myself
it's cut off and sitting
sitting on a shelf
and i hear things
i hear things
i hear scary noises from the bottoms of chairs
rumbling under beds, and serpents under stairs
fuel me everything
and feed me sounds
fuel me everything
and feed me sounds
people
move forward with your things and ideas
hollowed out by fields of ideals
may sun gone
fight with identity is lost and it's won
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