I keep my mouth shut cos I don’t wanna be I don’t wanna be obscene I keep my eyes shut cos I don’t wanna see I don’t wanna see what you won’t see in me Sheared, shucked, soaking in the mud None you could shake from me Tucked up, pulled tight…

17. a swirling psychedelic instrumental.

The eagle never lost so much time as when he submitted to learn from the crow.

I'll tell you one thing: if that there Blake fella keeps on shootin' marshals, I might end up liking the bastard!

when you wake up and it feels like its further away you get discouraged could it have really gone unnoticed what you're tryin to find isn't so black or so white it's more rooted in faith and less in fate what you're tryin to find isn't so gift…

this time, won't even settle for slant rhyme if it means choosing each tired phrase over one no one else'd say who listens to the words anyway? just so that i'm sure you'll hum along every time, it ends with five to one every time. this…

I keep my mouth shut cos I don’t wanna be I don’t wanna be obscene I keep my eyes shut cos I don’t wanna see I don’t wanna see what you won’t see in me Sheared, shucked, soaking in the mud None you could shake from me Tucked up, pulled tight…

re(mix)compositon + improv jam with chris vaisvil's "mixed" piece posted on the xenharmonic FB group. mixed tunings, mixed messages; a potpourri.

recomposition of Steve Moshier's "The Land, the Crow, the Wind"

Alone On Christmas Once upon the end of every year well there Comes a time when we forget our fears And a childs face will light up for no reason Ho ho well it must be Christmas season Its been so long since i've seen your face it must…