A Chronologically discontiguous collaboration with a Poet who is now no longer my friend. His loss.
Words and images thefted from his unfinished epic Mars poem the name of which I've utterly forgotten. Perhaps it didn't have a name. Perhaps it doesn't matter. Perhaps he's now the provost at a fairly well-know college.
Was pentameter, now not. Math is hard.
Pads, sounds, bits of stuff all generative. Real Guitar, bass and vox. Oh, lol, fucking everything.
lyrics
a patient rain since dawn
each thing remembered
disappears
if once unbreathed air was mine
or once and unknown sea
reappeared
delaying in sandy towns
held by a hunger
I can't name
and find myself again
Watching the smoke* in
overlay
And Blue** knows the waves
With no memory
of water
in spite of the endless days
of water and waves
and find myself again
With memory
in overlay
invisible at last
but for dogs
invisible at last
but for dogs
invisible at last
but for dogs
*Smoke being an old term for the fog that rises over water when said water was colder than the air. Ie: mist of light fog. Also, cigarettes. Shut up.
**BLUE IS THE NAME OF A DOG Do I really have to explain this shit to you?
credits
released July 21, 2013
Andrew Lindsay: Lol. Everything.