SKÓGURANDI

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June 2009

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Space and dreams.

Fuck Twitter and it’s past and present tense verb usage.  I don’t want everyone, let alone, even someone, to know what I’m doing all hours of the day.  Now, I realize that this may not be much better, but this will primarily be a place that I can put lyrics up for songs people have been requesting or my rants or just to organize my thoughts in general.  All of the above will do for me.

Speaking of lyrics, here are some new ones for a song you may or may not have found already on my side demos page.

I’ll hide in the trees, in the bark, in the green.
The fog runs down to the roots, in the haze, in the blues.
Cold to the touch, you shake in the sun.
The salt in your lungs you breathe so slow.  So slow.

At the top of the mountains, the wind is gasping,
“Oh, lord.  Oh, lord.  Oh, lord.”
The firefly lanterns illuminate the fields I’m in.

I called it “Charlie’s Forest” because he’s real cool and this was the first song I’ve been sort of content with in a while.  I’ve been writing either really abstract acoustic numbers or really traditional folk songs.  I can’t really decide which I like better.  I know they both sound sort of awkward together so one will probably have to go.  I just haven’t been inspired by much organization of songs or patterns lately.  My life isn’t organized neatly into little sock drawers of verse/chorus/verse/chorus repeat etc. nonsense, why should my songs?  If you find it, let me know what you think.  Maybe it’ll end up on the next record.

Jun 29, 20092 notes
“Hey. Could we do that again? I know we haven’t met, but I don’t want to be an ant. You know? I mean, it’s like we go through life with our antennas bouncing off one another, continuously on ant autopilot, with nothing really human required of us. Stop. Go. Walk here. Drive there. All action basically for survival. All communication simply to keep this ant colony buzzing along in an efficient, polite manner. “Here’s your change.” “Paper or plastic?’ “Credit or debit?” “You want ketchup with that?” I don’t want a straw. I want real human moments. I want to see you. I want you to see me. I don’t want to give that up. I don’t want to be ant, you know?” —
Jun 20, 200930 notes
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