

Tuesday, May 14, 2019


*from the everydaysongz.com project forever in flux gob bless*

I'll Be Dead Soon (God Willing) 
Imagine writing a song called I'll be dead soon 😂
And if that wasn't morbid enough
adding the parenthetical, (God willing)

Grief in Pieces
I deal with grief in pieces seething just beneath it all - I rarely have a clue to what I mean
I spin around until dizziness is just a state - another way of seeing in between
I offer versatile mercy to my fleeting sense of self - I clam up like tadpole stuntmen do
Tadpole stuntmen? what a world to think of such - I wish I could eat embarrassment as food

Open-Ended Engineering
Open-ended engineering ended an engagement drearyThe floor was made of plastic and it bentI wanted to speak to you but I left my lips glued to Sue'sSo down into the cellar was where we went

How Forever Warps the Brain
Immortality..... a battle cryNot just not wanting to dieSo let's get outside and enjoy the rainFinality...... the whitest flagAnd this is how forever warps the brain

Bridge You Didn't Realize You Were Crossing
On foot, in a carOn a bike, a train rideSkiing fine until something just feels offFeel the sweat, human rickshawBeasts of burden pulling usRollerblades and then just a space below... YOU ARE ON A ....[chorus]
Bridge You Didn't Realize You Were CrossingBridge You Didn't Realize You Were CrossingYou couldn't get tight, you couldn't start coughing.. On theBridge You Didn't Realize You Were Crossing 
(a song about my fear of bridges)

Post-Punk Pangea 
A post-punk Pangea, a negative spaceSomething in reverse made specifically to replaceThe nowness now, the right then and thereThe sinking boredom before you ever became aware

A Thereafter Airborne Hysterical
Let the bugs down easy
Be gentle with them
Don't swat, squish or shoo
Breathe deep, count to ten
Afterwards we'll see it
It won't be in the air
Hidden inside our beings
Laughter was always there
Egg Fog 
harmony lost in an egg fogdon't be chicken, my long lost friendtake it for granted, just take it nowtake me with you, this is not pretend
My One Good Fingernail 
My one good fingernailIs talentless stillLike a talon-less eagleFalcons without freewill
In some sorry semblanceSomeday I may findA pause button for realityA portal to my own kind
But this is just the wheelWhet, it spins and spinsUncontrollable at bestAt worst an illusion

† I think most of these songs haven't been posted on the E.S. site yet. But they've all been recorded.