Distortion & Static

She got me a dream catcher but it ain’t caught a damn thing.
Up all night day dreaming new dreams
Or contemplating ones I just had
Mind in a nonstop marathon and I can’t seem to figure it out
Or maybe I have and it’s left me in an unsettled state.
Knowing my dreams will never become reality.
DreamS, plural? Or Dream as in THE DREAM? (No terius)
Dream dream dream
Fantastical thoughts that plant ideas in your mind.
There’s a thin line between optimism, realism & pessimism.
I tread lightly where they all intersect.
It happened once it can happen again. Or it happened once and you blew it. Or HOLY FUCK MY MIND IS GONNA EXPLODE.
So either I know it all and the truth destroys my being
Or I don’t know anything and that distorts all reality.
Maybe the dream catcher is waiting for the right dream to capture and bring to life.

Same question.

They asked. So I answered:
My guess is that we’ll be saying goodbye long before we (re)ignite another flame. But I’ve been wrong about HER before. So who the fuck even knows and what’s the point? It’s torture either way. And the good (based) lawd knows I Love it. Torture. Pain. Love. It’s all the same thing. Even when it’s good. Especially when it’s bad. And with HER the pain is the best.

[7/13/13]

As I drive the sleep/drunk bday girl home. I have MY tunes in the speakers. And the thoughts begin. And who else but YOU running through my mind. I can’t seem to catch up. All I can think is I gotta. You’re my road runner. Right in front of me. Forever out of my grasp.

The Queen/La Reina

I have named you queen.
There are taller than you, taller.
There are purer than you, purer.
There are lovelier than you, lovelier.
But you are the queen.

When you go through the streets
No one recognizes you.
No one sees your crystal crown, no one looks
At the carpet of red gold
That you tread as you pass,
The nonexistent carpet.

And when you appear
All the rivers sound
In my body, bells
Shake the sky,
And a hymn fills the world.

Only you and I,
Only you and I, my love,
Listen to me.

– – – – – – – –
LA REINA
Yo te he nombrado reina.
Hay más altas que tú, más altas.
Hay más puras que tú, más puras.
Hay más bellas que tú, hay más bellas.
Pero tú eres la reina.

Cuando vas por las calles
nadie te reconoce.
Nadie ve tu corona de cristal, nadie mira
la alfombra de oro rojo
que pisas donde pasas,
la alfombra que no existe.

Y cuando asomas
suenan todos los ríos
en mi cuerpo, sacuden
el cielo las campanas,
y un himno llena el mundo.

Sólo tú y yo,
sólo tú y yo, amor mío,
lo escuchamos.

-Neruda

Next To You


Back in the days of MySpace the only thingi really used it for was MUSIC! Are you surprised? Haha. Anywho. I found many an unknown or little known artist there. Many of which I’m still a mega fan of today. D Brock is one of them. I first him on Little Brother’s album but upon discovering his solo music I lost my shit. This was and is still my favorite cut by the kid. Don’t listen to it much these days but it’s still special.

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