Thursday, February 24, 2011

Ode To Mom (Beauties, Seasonally)

On February 24th, 1988, she told me I was the most beautiful thing she'd ever seen. She is hurting and tired, but she's drop-dead gorgeous - the way a girl is unaware of some tuft of hair that kicks off the top of her ear, making men go crazy.

You plastered my face with anointing oil and summoned the wind to blow gently on my window.

Wednesday, February 23, 2011

Peter Barbee

Peter is very sure of himself. He goes down avenues and takes his songs with him. His hands always crawl to the right fret, right chord - and it seems to make a lot of sense how he constructs his songs. I appreciate his ear for music.

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Hear Me Out

Dark Design

Andrew Combs

Andrew Combs is a fervent Americana man. His lyrics are naked and extremely honest. He seems to be obsessed with Townes Van Zandt and Gram Parsons, maybe even Guy Clark, because... wow... I hear it all over his music.

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Too Stoned To Cry

Colorfeels @ Exit/In

I've been following Colorfeels around since mid-September of last year. I'm making a rock-doc about the process of recording their full-length album due late spring. I've gone back and forth between studios, whether it's Forge Seat or Ocean Way or Creative Workshop, and I've followed them to Exit/In and 12th & Porter and The Basement. If there's one thing I could say about these guys, it's that they are obsessed. They are obsessed with music and they are obsessed with all of the ideas that are pouring out of each one of them.

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Keepin' Me Alive


Tear Off Your Filth

Not really sure what you are

in doing life.

How much am I willing to give
in making myself naked.

I am nothing without nudity -
The world made my skin.
God made my Heart.

I want to rip off my skin
and throw my heart on the ground
and I ask you,
God! Please, rescue me from bondage.

Boring people get bored.

I want a brain filled with images
of broken people coming to your seat
and throwing flowers in the air
and screaming the Gospel with mouths
throwing up flies that resemble sin and filth
and God takes all of the flies and puts them in a cup
and burns and melts the cup in His hand.

People will scream God's truth
with cynicism left behind.

Dear Lord,
I love You.

So much.

Monday, February 21, 2011

Upsetting Genesis

A mare is a fully mature female horse,
perhaps the reason nightmares have enough horsepower
to tear down the start to days.

The blanket covers my bed,
my weakness in between.

Sunset at 11pm

I am waiting for a beard to get longer,
trees to wither.

The next blaze of fiery orange and yellow
will happen tomorrow night.