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The Saracens in Flight (Song/Poem/Guitar Idea)
Sifting round for musical ideas. Black sand shivers Dog star glimmers Sapphire silence Subtle violence The Saracens in flight Lamps are burning Sacred yearning For the ending of the light Bones are dancing turning engines (Crystalline machinery) Of the rite The Saracens in flight…
Little Care (Poem)
Trading tales Out there Where all else fails Little care She rests her head On a shoulder That’s long dead Yeah she’s growing older But still in circles She wheels The wreck through cycles Bursts seals dance jigs and reels Golden red Sweet neck…
Stumble Schmaltz (Song)
Wasted days and golden rays of sunshine When will I rise and tow the drowning line Long blonde hair Wicker chair And Summer wine This malaise The milieu It won’t be fine Wasted days and golden rays of sunshine Dew…
Collapse (SongPoem)
i was waitin i was wishin for the floor to fall out from under me i was waiting yea waitin just so as i could see the pitch black sky and the the brilliant stars come to swallow me o girl o honey girl…
Sweet Uncertainty (Violin, Voice, and Guitar)
The mix and render was a touch rough but yea..here’s the lyrics Ooooo oooo Sweet uncertainty Bring another gift to me Ooooo ooooo I am so loose My wings Angles obtuse So rings Sweet Yea sweeet Yea my sweet Uncertainty Made with FOSS…
O Flower ~ (Poem – Song- Thing) w/Violin Woohoo – I still Can’t Sing
Will probably put up an instrumental version cause the vocals are so ghastly. I kept them in mostly because the timing of this crap take was better than anything I could come up with this evening. I’m satisfied with the violin and can tolerate…
Windowside Experiment 1.0 (Poem and Song)
(Got the 12 String fixed…so I put together this little number. It’s 432 hz because I’m a dirty hippy.) Wasted Days And golden Rays Of Sunshine When will I rise To tow the drowning line Long blonde hair Wicker Chair And summer Wine Such…
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No Way To Last (Poem)
Posted on February 23, 2020 by Alex V. Weir
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Yea. I’m constantly wired. Yea. I’m hardly tired. Yea. It’s hard to the nth degree. Yea. This stream so fierce so free. Yea. Watch it hurtle me. Yea. Blur is all I see. Woah. Electronic. Woah. Pornographic. Woah. Everywhere. Woah. At once here and…
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