Hi Off Topix, after enough of your seemingly endless e-mails I've decided to stop back in to share with you what I have been (and still am) working on in recent months, in the hope you will provide good critique, questions and/or comments on it. The following are lyrics to an avant-garde album that intends to blend psychedelic and folk, to form a genre I am referring to loosely as blue folk. The experiment is titled Pumpkinhead.
Everything so far is a work in progress and will continue to be such until the music is recorded and put out.
Pumpkinhead
Pumpkinhead, II
Hypnagogia (Balloon)
Ninth Wave
Everything so far is a work in progress and will continue to be such until the music is recorded and put out.
Pumpkinhead
Waving my thumb in the median
Looking down the ravine and
Calling for someone to know
Here's the pit trap we bought
Dug in the island of crossroads
Our dictionaries met with antidotes
to ebb the tide and help it flow
Then lapse into sandy alcoves cool and dark
Pumpkinhead, II
Is it evil to dance
If I sacrifice the ballroom?
Stutter my own tune to four chords and
Pale lyrics about you
bar my intentions, black painted gold
if I outline them would you go?
to release them from the furnace of affliction
and open the cage
would chase the birds away
Hypnagogia (Balloon)
awake but dreaming
that one day, it'd rain
Said I don't feel ok to the wind
and watched it float away
like the deep rooted balloons
if you trace their vines you'll find
they go six feet underground
if you trace their vines you might find
where you might find me
who cut their veins?
Ninth Wave
as I lie dead, dead and awake
mourning the bridges demons are burning
I'll flip and turn the explanation
manifested in stasis
day tripping through autumn's tail
ripping apart the soul whose bonded and
breaking hearts that work more like sliding scales
until they don't wager a fair bargain anymore
flocks in flight drop and their pain dissipates
soon, the world will be held in the hands of their wave
some among us all will celebrate the wake
movement onto new planes
dawn broke the absence of light in the hall
skeptics fought for any feeling at all
the moon winked a promising eye
I'll be back again in due time
and the people flooded the streets
chanting sweet victory
and they did not see the sun twirling
dusk came along
scaring the people's sweet songs,
salting their tongues