When will the world understand? When will the world see? When will Oz come out from behind the curtain?
There is no rule. There is no system. There is a daughter reaching to her mother to be saved. There is a son turning his back on his father to prove his pride. There is no number to define the length of our capabilities. There is no good alive without the teachings of evil to guide it. I feel the same when the sun shines or when the clouds darken. I feel hopeful and I feel grateful and I feel...
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Confirmed a show AUGUST 12th at The Knitting Factory in Brooklyn w/ O’ BROTHER and DEAR HUNTER! Follow the link for tickets, it will sell out!! Jump, jump on it!
My heart makes my steps, and my steps are heading back east. Like a sliver of a hearty food I’ve asked myself to taste, but didn’t enjoy. Does anyone know why they starve for these foods they’ve never eaten before? Like being lost in a desert, and choosing the milk of a lamb over the milk of a cow. Know what you know, and know it well. Because when tomorrow comes, the maggots may...
Find a criminal in your own heart. Sit and soak in the new company that pretends to welcome you. Drink beer and peer through a window to a frozen earth and reflect off the pane of an insane illusion. What kind of day am I looking for? And what kind of day do I need? what kind of lover will leave me tomorrow? In my head, the kind of lover I’m looking for is the lover that leaves me everyday.
Blow your load with every beat, every touch; and move along. Spend your whole life learning why nothing you’ve ever done matters.
Beneath my feet lays a fresh blanket of mud. It’s lighter and softer. I’m trying to understand why it’s there. What does it mean to me? Why can’t I just love it, the way I’m supposed to? I believe in unconditional love. But does it believe in me?
Take a plane with a guitar, and feel the breeze breath you in softly. Let the cloud cushion you. Let the cushion push you up. Let your dreams keep you dreaming. Let your love keep you confident that you’re meant to be where you are.
I might be making a mistake. My knees lock and shake. I need faith to eat and drink today.
I don’t see the present. I don’t see the flesh as it is. I only see the future. What could be, what might be, what won’t be.
Nothing No More
I am not who I’m supposed to be. I am supposed to be a good man.