AnOddLookingManAttemptsMusic

The other recording sounded a bit muddled so I tried to fix some things and I think the drums really pop in this one.  Which I tend to like more.  Ah, well.  Take a listen! You’re on Tumblr! What the fuck else are you sleezy cheesies doing?

Written on his shirt was, “The world’s gotta eat”
He said, “We’re all little acorns falling at his feet!”
He said, “HI, I’M GOD! El gusto es mio! And this is my pet tree!”
It’s the sun and the moon and the sea and the stars!
They are falling down!!!

We were two feet close we were no feet close
Can you see?!
We didn’t speak for twenty years; had big pink eyes and little white hairs
So, I climbed inside you nose and sprinkled some rosemary
Then you fired into life and you screamed!
“You’re a kook! I’m a kook! YOU’RE A KOOK LIKE ME!!”
Smoked God Smoked God Smoked God Smoked God

I’ve been meaning to properly (well, to the best of my ability) record this one for so long… i feel good about it

Written on his shirt was, “The world’s gotta eat”
He said, “We’re all little acorns falling at his feet!”
He said, “HI, I’M GOD! El gusto es mio! And this is my pet tree!”
It’s the sun and the moon and the sea and the stars!
They are falling down!!!

We were two feet close we were no feet close
Can you see?!
We didn’t speak for twenty years; had big pink eyes and little white hairs
So, I climbed inside you nose and sprinkled some rosemary
Then you fired into life and you screamed!
“You’re a kook! I’m a kook! YOU’RE A KOOK LIKE ME!!”
Smoked God Smoked God Smoked God Smoked God

3 1/2 Grams of Lord Krishna

I can see all of me in your mouth
Cartwheeling among the cattle and the constellations
You spat out my legs and logarithms
Until my gravity expanded me to the walls of your cheeks
Who needs legs?
We can see you in the hues of a raincloud
Conducting the mountains again and against the movement of the mantle
Your child’s laugh carries me over sand and under sea
Who needs legs?
Lord Krishna
Make me a stepping stone
On the way to Rati’s thrown
So she can step on my nose
And I can eat from her lover’s toes
Up to their thigh bones
So I can grow big and tall
Until I’m practically a wall
I bet she’ll love me then
And laugh out loud at what I am

Who needs legs?

Added stuff.  Final edit until i start mastering everything for the whole project

Love me, loving you
Hold me, while I’m holding you
Our fingers take root
I’m growing
foliage inside of you
Cherish all you’re carrying
My children’s children’s offspring
Bless that womb like i told you to do
and a new world will burst forth, right out of you

Be Mine
Be my tree, my hive
Be my one of many

Hostess with the Mostess

Love me, loving you
Hold me, while I’m holding you
Our fingers take root
I’m growing
foliage inside of you
Cherish all you’re carrying
My children’s children’s offspring
Bless that womb like i told you to do
and a new world will burst forth, right out of you

Be Mine
Be my tree, my hive
Be my one of many

Casey Rup’s short film “SINGULARITY” with my score played on TSTV friday night.  AWESOME! Hope to work with him much more in the future

My score for the short film “Singularity”, written and directed by Casey Rup.

Complete.

Although, I’m going to write & sing lyrics all over this bitch in a few weeks and put it on an album which will have 5 other tracks weaved into this one.  So, one big 30-40 minute track-album coming right up in a few months.  Get over it 

Music video for “Routine is a Clockwork Carapace”.  part of my Baby Beats project

ROUTINE IS A CLOCKWORK CARAPACE

I’m going to miss my home.
I will miss my home.
Folding up my misses
Up in my bed goodbye
I will miss My home
You said that I got home?
Home.

I’m Heaven’s pup, they’re Peter’s clowns, and
these molten roads, they ripple over submerged town-ships.
They’ve got a cough, he can’t denounce it, but
Those throaty hymnals heap the hunger from his gullet

The sun drowned in dreams of amber
His Father lived underneath our floorboards wedged in the wood-rot
We caved in, eaten by earthquakes
I asked a stone if he had known why the plates shifted.


I did some remodeling.  So much better without Tennyson, but I love that motherfucker anyway.  Now it’s my vocals and Keats, at the end.

and the video:
 http://youtu.be/ALt0quL94vM

he he ho ho hoooooooo




had baby idea ran to chinese restaurant widdit 

A scene from one of my top 5 movies, Synecdoche, New York.  Charlie Kaufman is a powerful, powerful man.

I didn’t even realize my face was soaked from the eyes down during this scene:

http://youtu.be/EHeyI28UQqQ

Hadn’t seen this movie since ‘09, and holy shit.  It’s amazing what three years can do to a person.