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you do what you do
04:08
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you do what you do
I just wanna see you all and
not just call and not feel things
we’ve all lost a lot and have so much forget to
take it in and let it out and lightly be
you, and you, do what you do to just breathe
leaves fall again i miss paul and
all my friends come in the house and cook with me
you, and you, do what you do to just eat
you cant go back just so you know, you cant go backwards
no you cant go back, no you cant go back
its been so long now, past the point of catching up
i hate the phone and just tense up
how long can we avoid saying the same thing
you, and you, do what you do to just be
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You don't have to say you're sorry
You don't have to say you're sorry, you did nothing wrong
it's not true you're not the worst but
we’re so good at hearing criticism
we tune out all the compliments given
you can tell the truth, it doesn't mean you can hear the the truth
the feelings the proof, whoa-whoa
you can hear the lie, as it leaves your lips to die
or apologize - for nothing
did you luck into a life where folx think you shit gold?
do you try with all your might
as people respond with sheer condescension?
or do you belittle to just to be mentioned?
you can tell the truth, it doesn't mean you can hear the the truth
the feelings the proof, whoa-whoa
you can hear the lie, as it leaves your lips to die
or apologize - sometimes
there are times to say your sorry, when you hurt some one
its not fun, what’s right what’s wrong
and right or wrong is sometimes so subjective
but don’t you want to reach shared resolution?
you can tell the truth, it doesn't mean you can hear the the truth
the feelings the proof, whoa-whoa
you can hear the lie, as it leaves your lips to die
or apologize - for something
bridge?
you know what to say
you know what you’ve done
you can make it right whoa
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3. |
alone
04:25
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Alone
You can’t do anything
You can’t do nothing
You can’t sit and watch the world go by
You can’t do everything
You can’t please everyone
You just can’t and hide
Alone, Alone
You just can’t and hide
Alone, Alone
You just can’t and hide
You can’t be neutral
You’re no official
and you’re not the emcee
You’re not the smartest
You’re not the bestest
can you not utter the last word
Alone, alone
You’ll find yourself alone
alone, alone
You’ll fine yourself 5¢ for last words
When my mind is toiling
who's played for the fool?
weathervanes, weathervanes
and when my skin is crawling
what am i to do?
what it means, what it means
you’re not an arbiter
nor rebel rouser
no one asks you to lead
you’re not an onlooker
you’re not an outlier
you wait and watch still you’re not seen
Alone, alone
you wait and watch still you’re not seen
Alone, alone
you wait and watch still you’re not seen
When my mind is toiling
who's played for the fool?
weathervanes, weathervanes
and when my skin is crawling
what am i to do?
what it means, what it means
Alone, alone
alone, alone
alone, alone
alone
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4. |
plant matter
03:16
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Plant Matter
Dried up weeds and a pinch of grass, pinch of grass
and a rock gone sideways, pinch of grass
and a tuft of flowers, bumble bees, rain drops
where am I? it doesn’t matter to the spider
inside, windows, cobwebs, floor holes
bugs on floor boards go to and fro
frozen fingers, warm socks on toes
who am i? it doesn’t matter to my own clothes
what’s it matter to plant matter?
it’s not for me to say we pass the time and speculate
when people talk about it’s just a matter of the heart
i’ll wager that our oozy blood pumps don’t care how conscious we are
circles, cycles, make lists, check off
where’s the pliers? tasks splinter off
dust falls, dusk falls, things fall apart
what am i going to do with my tomorrow?
we doubt ourselves, i’m running out of cells to power everything
lay down your sense of self, how are you going to help anything?
we doubt ourselves, i’m running out of cells to power everything
lay down your sense of self, you will not go to hell, i don’t think, do you?
i don’t think too good
i’m not sure we could
i don’t think we should
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5. |
come dancing
03:30
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come dancing
come dancing home
what you know
the scent of roses
collect all your stones
a lucky one
and left alone
high on another roll
a cricket wine
a leisure stroll
and i’ve got another song
i’ve got some time
to take it on
come dancing on
i’ve missed your movement
in close shared spaces
i’m planning some fun
but living to live
so listening to shows
high on another roll
a pickle brine
a collect call
and i’ve got another song
let’s make some time
to hum along
how about these moves/ how does something move
what you got to lose?/ can you cut it loose?
how about these moves/ you don’t get to choose
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If a tree falls in the woods
when i come into a room
full of people they’re my species
knowing no one I feel more alone
than by my lonesome if a tree falls in the woods….
but when I come back to my room
sit between piles and my personal things
how much time and resource wasted
instead of group purchasing and sharing I feel the void created by filling a void
driving into work one day i thought of driving in another day
and then my mind unraveled as I traveled
and before I know it i was sitting in the parking lot again
then on friday you come my way
on the highway drivers stuck while trying to get somewhere fast
- always got to get somewhere before somebody else-
and yet how many do we know that really have some urgent place to go?
when i pull into a spot
under your big glaring beady
eyes i wish i decided to walk just a bit
further to reach this mediocre destination
but when i think of ogres made of meaty spots and beady
eyes that surprise of my ‘magination makes
this blase situation fine
pulling in my driveway
i thought of that same thing another day
and as my mind it spiraled on how i traveled
before i know it i was sitting in my car like its my friend
then on Friday things just seem to melt away
i felt a space instead of bricks and blocks
of time and clocks
and before i knew it i was right back inside my head again
when i come into a room
full of people they’re my species
knowing no one I feel more alone
than by my lonesome if a tree falls in the woods.
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7. |
is it worth convening?
03:36
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it is worth convening
in the silence creaking
in the quiet speaking
in the ambling speeding
and in restlessness
in the picture debris
in the taking ruining
you can’t share what you see
without all the noise
what is wrong with us?
we all shout at once
what’s become of us?
life won’t miss us none
is it worth repeating
it is worth convening
what’s it worth not proceeds
not just for the few
all the time there’s something
plan and place and pointing
hold some space for nothing
nothing’s stopping you
life doesn’t stop without us being alive
the rats and the roaches and the weeds survive
life won’t stop without us alive
though of course i’m uncertain as our brains do not work too good
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8. |
hold/hole
04:25
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hold/hole
hold out a lantern
hold out a light
hold out your hand so
i can hold mine
i’m getting antsy from not going outside
i’ve got no answer feeling out of my mind
there’s a hole, in how i spend my time
yeah there’s the whole world this time
don’t guess the answer
don’t think it twice
don’t make it larger
than would suffice
show me a measure
give me a sign
tell me a method
write me a rhyme
there’s a hole, in how i spend my time
yeah there’s the whole world this time
and is time slow tonight
does the world wait oh
is the air thick in silence
are your words caught in your throat?
hold onto something
hold in my mind
let go an hour
get out of line
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9. |
wake me up
02:44
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wake me up
we got a nice long way to go
and headed for the snow
everything in tow
and who knows what we know
i think back to a time
when we were doing fine
spit sprayed from your lips
as you were talking so excited
oh it gets so low x3 wake me up
another night spent like before
things come in all forms
my mind’s hitting a wall
there is no rhyme or reason
the days never roll on
when outside of hindsight
strangers brush my body
brush with danger in aisle 9
oh it gets so low x3 wake me up
wake me up
shake me up
let’s meet up
don’t tick up
up,up,up,up
up,up,up,up
up,up,up,up
up
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i'm thinking about...
04:59
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I am thinking about the…
I am thinking about the wind
though it knows not of me
specifically I am thinking of how it’s made up
of invisible tidbits
contributing to a gigantic
gargantuan bombastic devastating or fluctuating
force to be reckoned with
or not reckoned with
I am thinking about the sun
though it knows not of me
specifically I am thinking of how it’s made up
of an incredible mix of gasses
creating fantastic energy
to heat us from so far away and change my mood on a sunny day
and grow all our food with
that one day will eclipse
I am thinking about the water
how it flowed right before me
specifically I am thinking of how it’s made up
of unseen elements
combining to form this compound
of immense weight and value that keep alive just about everything
that we can’t keep clean to drink,
just so we can make lesser things
my mind can’t wrap itself around most anything
and oh i wasn't here at the beginning
and i will not be there for the big ending
oh why then must i try and reason everything
I am thinking about this ketchup
how it’s so bright and tasty
specifically I am thinking of how it’s made up
of little tomato bits
and some kind of preservatives
and wastes the aforementioned water in some step of its fabrication
so it can just sit and sit
for months till we dip in it
I am thinking about this garment
how it was not made for me
specifically I am thinking of how it’s made up
to fit a certain body width
with writing so specific
as to advertise for the selling guys while the sewers cannot not afford to buy
the fabric that it’s made with
as i donate to the thrift
I am thinking about this structure
how it pits you against me
specifically i am thinking of how it’s made up
of deep conditioning
of wealth as achievement
that we’re unique and that we prove it with purchases
and showmanship and power devastating lives tro amass more wealth
built on lies and myths
this force to be reckoned with
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11. |
worry
04:31
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Worry
I’m not sure if my perspective
would be helpful to you in this moment
your worry is not my worry
and worrying has never done me no good
cause if i can't change the thing
the only thing I seem to do is circle like a dog
I’m not sure if my recollection
is ever that close to what really happened
my memory it always slants towards me
and memory only does me so good
cause when i’m stuck in my mind
i can’t make a memory that is new
feeling time tick on
bust my toe and the click of the machine drums
scratch past the cheap paint that cheap paint just chips right off
these are the things that ground me at no cost
I’m not sure if the way that i think of things
seems to serve me or perhaps does me more harm than good
made it up as a pre-teen
my late eighties attempt at protecting me, it just stayed put
but pass the past into the now
a shelf with the shells of that place makes a peace and a truce
feeling time tick on
bust my toe and the click of the machine drums
scratch past the cheap paint that cheap paint just chips right off
these are the things that ground me at no cost
sensing time slip on
wash out the grass stains and notice the stained glass
the cold season’s replacing the warm
make a dough to bake a bread for the next day
today we consume the end knot
these are the things that ground me at no cost
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12. |
oh you toad!
07:51
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Oh you toad
Oh you toad
you just go
till you don’t
oh you toad
the wind blows
things just go
the wind blows
then its gone
along
i never spent a night i hoped would never end
or woke up to a dawn i thought it would not come again
or found myself in the middle of a day un sure which way to turn
i haven't left my timepiece home for a day in 20 years
along
all we know
all we don't
all we show
all we choose to hide
all things change
all our cells
yesterdays gone
just move on
and on
i never spent a dime i thought was worth my time
or woke up to a nightmare of intelligent design
or found myself at the end of my rope or at all under resourced
i haven't left my comfort zone in any way of significance
move on
be the toad
hop along
feel the wind
settle in
in awe
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jm (fka Joshua Marcus) Providence, Rhode Island
jm loves cooking with and for friends, all things musical, making art with shapes, and getting out of one's brain. and the ocean. and genuineness.
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