Heavily edited recording of guitar noodling.

I woke up alone inside some room I’d never seen before I slipped out in cold and rain crossed Merrimon a bit deranged And I could see myself reflected in the convex mirror glass And I could see myself in astral planes above the mountain pass…

I see my footsteps in the garden I hardly recognized the feet The ruddy clay in Carolina Impressions there in front of me The stalks above collecting daylight Conceal their mysteries down below For who I am I too traipse your garden If…

Half my life has settled into Time to try the things we never Make your mind up about it White third eye embroidered on the Waves wash out the water green and Serpentine the river bending And I’ve wasted half the night Counting cards…