If it doesn't reach my tongue,
there's too much good thought
to sound one good speak.
Thursday, April 29, 2010
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
Slow
Huck sniffs the wind.
I know he's just a pup,
but I understand
his goofy beating heart
slowing in the day.
I know he's just a pup,
but I understand
his goofy beating heart
slowing in the day.
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
Older, Colder
Written and directed and edited
by Will Rucker
Sound - recording, mixing, and editing
by J.D. Tiner
All music written and performed
by Austin Manuel
Songs:
"I Just Don't Understand"
and
"Everyday's A New Day"
Sunday, April 11, 2010
Silence
I've got nothing to say,
but why would I speak to you
when my thoughts sound empty as dark caves.
I decide over and over again
I don't like vulnerability.
Last year, I nearly lost it
thinking nothing.
I was curious years ago
but I suppose the intrusive nerves
in your body grow thin over time
- the emphatic, excited gestures curl up.
It's weird to think there's still blood in me somewhere,
percolating with deep wet oozes.
Blood somehow always pumps.
I spend many days
mumbling words I'll say clear that night.
But really,
how much do i have to explain
when the universal generalization
explains even that which i can't grasp
for I've only experienced my experience.
You get to know someone really well
and you become so comfortable in their idiosyncrasies.
I sit with you
and say nothing
- it means I love you.
Sometimes you're cutting,
clinching your teeth at my silence
and it frustrates my heart
because I walk and think
in circles on hardwood floors,
the boards creaking
with every footstep I take
toward you.
but why would I speak to you
when my thoughts sound empty as dark caves.
I decide over and over again
I don't like vulnerability.
Last year, I nearly lost it
thinking nothing.
I was curious years ago
but I suppose the intrusive nerves
in your body grow thin over time
- the emphatic, excited gestures curl up.
It's weird to think there's still blood in me somewhere,
percolating with deep wet oozes.
Blood somehow always pumps.
I spend many days
mumbling words I'll say clear that night.
But really,
how much do i have to explain
when the universal generalization
explains even that which i can't grasp
for I've only experienced my experience.
You get to know someone really well
and you become so comfortable in their idiosyncrasies.
I sit with you
and say nothing
- it means I love you.
Sometimes you're cutting,
clinching your teeth at my silence
and it frustrates my heart
because I walk and think
in circles on hardwood floors,
the boards creaking
with every footstep I take
toward you.
Tuesday, April 6, 2010
Forgiveness Rock Record Teasers
Watch a scene from Ghost while listening to Broken Social Scene.
(pardon the naked woman)
Sweetest Kill
Ungrateful Little Father
Chase Scene
Art House Director
All To All
Meet Me In the Basement
World Sick
(pardon the naked woman)
Sweetest Kill
Ungrateful Little Father
Chase Scene
Art House Director
All To All
Meet Me In the Basement
World Sick
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