September 3
i heard the night bird singing my name again
calling me out to the field to find my self
i heard the wild dogs yell and paw at my back
as i ran towards hell and found myself as
ash in the wind
it picked up, yeah it blew so high
i could almost see myself touching the light
but it set me down, in the west deep shade
now way down south with the sycamore man
who took me by the hand, and helped me understand
how the blood moves in my veins
i drug that knife like a brush across the crushed canvas
and bruised higways that weave every joint and muscle in place
now im still out here looking for you
thought i could find somethign a little more true
if only i could be paired with the memory
the is, was, the migth have been
the hammer's blow, the anvil's question splittin my skull
and ruined face
singin...
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June 17
recorded this last night.
kinda rough. the typical set up. guitar. bathroom. noise makers.
thanks!
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June 15
show was fucking awsome. if you watched my set i want you to know i appreciated it.
gazelles were off the chain.
broadcastsea spread thier seed like experienced sailors.
secret handshake popped some t____. and a half.
fucking ruled.
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annabeecool
Logann, you were amazing last night.
posted Jun 15