I would like to be bopping down the street dodging the cracks that break your mother’s back, past the graffiti, past the Coca Cola trash. The rattle of the crawling… Read more…
This makes me feel free like water splashed on my tongue from the hose, feeling loose like the splash of the Sunday sun warming my nose and I’m carefree and… Read more…
And the clouds cleared and the sun looked down lazily heating the day casually and we find ourselves on a Saturday strumming melodies, bah da buh, bah da buh, bah… Read more…
Uh yes! Make me move I want to move, skip skip it’s the beats that bounce the bricks and the perfect tongue holding the perfect wit. I can feel the… Read more…
Haunting keys, like the kind you find as the leaves curl in the wind around the lamp post of a cobble stone street of a January day, in the corner… Read more…
If you have every felt like a king snake slithering through the stale green moss stuck to the top of the swamp and the swarming insects swarming to the blood… Read more…
All this Phantogram talk has me in the bouncing kind mood and who better to strut around the house with than the king of strut and the Stones? This song… Read more…
One of the best things I ever heard, “It’s very funny to be a frog.” On a Friday evening on the Four Seasons lawn breathing in the breeze, talking about… Read more…
A butterfly gave me this song, a butterfly with a sheen auburn sliver running up her spine, and the cote d’azur shining the body of her wings, and framed with… Read more…