A Space Too Large

9 Plays

slow down harsh judge

why wont you speak with me

kings of the world above the mud

why won’t you speak with me

Oh when we were kings
what I had was close to nothing
consuls of our own imaginations
told me this was coming

and this world aint big enough for the both of us, you’ll see
I wanted you to be a companion, not a memory

even the world’s most casual man, would take offense
to the direction our hearts are running
its a long and weary dance but its worth dancing

how could you forget?
how could you forget?

I’m no romantic at heart, I’m a liar and I’m a confessor
I’m no romantic at heart, but I think this is for the better

34 Plays

Love on the Side of an Art Gallery:

art is an uncertain space in a time
its why galleries are always so bare
I’ve got pictures of you, hung up on my roof
for the neighbors to notice they’re there

and maybe they’ll think
what a beautiful thing
oh isn’t love a wonderful painting
but I remember the time
asleep but alive
i awoke to find myself barely breathing

our attempts to survive
criss-crossed the time when we were
artists, emotional but tough
you ask if i’ve changed, and I really can’t say
if I’m new or I’ve just had enough

And our love will wait
for dead thoughts to awake
and the why’s will unwind in the hall
Oh I remember a time
asleep in your mind
I awoke to find nothing at all

44 Plays

A song I started working on a while ago. I’m getting towards something, but I think it still needs some work.

You are an architect
A badly built waiting room
I am a receptionist
with nothing to do

And I’m waiting, waiting for you

show me some vision
show me some form
keep me a secret
keep me warned

like a real home
warm and shallow
in these pages
keep me warm

well you’ve got vision
an uncertain future
kills this landscape
fences like sutures

and the whole town, well its waiting, for you

33 Plays

This is a song my friend Chris and I wrote a little while back. Its definitely one of my favourite collabs.

And everybody’s still just sellin’ it
It’s still creeping through the country side
Twelve yards long and five miles wide
All the hate we couldn’t hide

Like a stagecoach set on fire
We were just rollin’ and blazin’
Tell me again what Los Angeles means
Arizona’s for the in-betweens

borderlines on your face
a journey’s end to consecrate
train tracks turn to rows of pews
as we travel through
cathedral city

You and I were vagrants then
without food or poetry
Father Grimm came to our car
said “get me out of here or you’ll be sorry”

So we took him to the 9th concession
Like Cain and Abel we played our part
Mainline deadshift Megachurch heaven
killed his faith and broke his heart

80 Plays

So, last week I woke up at 6:00 AM after having gone to sleep at 5:00 AM, and wrote down something. I found it this week, and expanded upon those thoughts.

Another thing I did last week was to copy most of Rihanna’s Good Girl Gone Bad. A bit of that shows up in here too. I kind of turned my incoherent 6 AM ramblings into a response to the crazed idealism present in most popular conceptions of romance.

haven’t slept for a week
but i’m on time
summon your inner politician
at least we made it out alive

messaged me at 6 am.
haven’t seen you for years
I’d dream about you if I dreamed anymore
The last dream I had was you walking out that door.

Raise the grey flag over him
This is the time of reckoning
And you’ll be strong when they call you in
you are a mighty wind

You said maybe we should start a club
I thought maybe we should sleep together
for a million years, for a million years
the sun’s rising again, again for love

But you’ve got to stop beating that dead horse
Because your love won’t get me elected again.
and even if I write you into my constitution
there’s a difference between what you say and what you can enforce

39 Plays

I recorded an acoustic version of Patriots. Its a song I wrote about being a politician, being vain, but basically wanting to do right by people.  See the electric version below: