Saturday, 30 December 2017
Episode 255-Door Mat Boy
Tuesday, 19 December 2017
Episode 254-Golden Still
Hello listeners. This weeks tune is a kind of a free thought experiment as far as the words go I guess, I can link bits of it to real life things but they don't piece together particularly well. Anyways, there's a positive feeling in it that comes from someplace so hopefully that translates. This is the kinda tune I'd like to fill up with layers of stuff and make sound lovely but for this thing, it's just a rough first recording, for slightly more polished stuff, (mostly), go to cesky.bandcamp.com, if you want to, free albums, totally free, downloadable and the like. Anyways, hope this is a nice listen, thanks for your time and ears.
Tuesday, 12 December 2017
Episode 253-H
Hello listeners, this weeks tune is an ad-libbed baritone uke finger picky thing about somebody I knew a while back who died, don't really wanna say who, not that anybody probably reads this, or knows me if they do, but if they do it's kinda maybe personal....? I dunno, if you know me and pick it I don't care so much I guess. Anyways, hope it's a nice listen, it was very freeing to just sit and do whatever and let it be.
Thanks for your time and ears, here's a video/drawing to go with the tune:
Sunday, 3 December 2017
Episode 252-English Trees
Not sure what really to write about this one, so here's the lyrics, to speak for themselves I guess...:
ENGLISH TREES
So tired
so tired like the yellowed cutting blades of grass
our city council grows right by the ocean
so there’s soft fall for the kids
climbing up these English trees all knotted skin
watching over the families
with eskies full of sadness and anger
cigarettes and love disaster
all the people breathing
and out
so still
so focussed fully on my paper plate
my eyes
are wide and white like maybe I am ill
my knife and fork
sunk in my face
a pale white plastic moon
that cannot look
on you
nor shine down any kind of light on
the families with
their eskies full
of endless anger and sadness
She dangles softly in the sky
long sleeves in gripping fingers
indicating she has understood the night
a pale white plastic moon
a pale white plastic moon is crashing down
I hope you’re well
I hope you last a little longer than
the feeling
than the feeling
than the feeling
of breathing in and out
Thanks for listening, here's a video/drawing that goes with the tune:
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