March 5, 2015

The Fifth Day

I wrote this song in a 5 day sleepwalk. I stayed up all night on the first one, watching the sun rise over Los Angeles, grabbing a guitar and just twanging out some chords. It became a snowball with strings and weird piano sounds, growing by day 5 into this […]
March 5, 2015

Elizabeth

This is yet another song that was not popular among some (like Graveyard, Kids, All for a Woman and Midnight) It had to be fought for. It’s just two people having a conversation. An artist and his muse. A sailor and his siren. She’s making fun of him, he’s granting […]
March 4, 2015

Something You Lost

She’ll never know, when she tells you goodnight, The fear that you hide, as she lays by your side. When you stand, all the faults of a man Etched right in your face, still she lays there in place.   How the warmth of the garden you sowed. Is the […]
March 3, 2015

The Thing About Dreams

The thing about dreams is that everything seems like you’re riding a wave that’s been forming all day in your mind. The thing about time is all in your mind. Days turn to weeks turn to years turn to infinite signs: what you’re leaving behind. And the hell with the […]
March 3, 2015

My Childish Bride

Have you ever seen a map laid flat, four corners pinned back, all the lines and the legend in black, so clear that you feared it was nearly all in your mind? And the phrase that fell from her lips left a rip from the top of your shoulders to […]
March 3, 2015

Hell and Back

I held on as long as I could possibly—my blind faith pushing me to my knees. I felt the warmth of a touch and it made me believe, and I knew it well. I stood at the doorway hoping you might let me in, My head spinning round, my nerves […]
March 3, 2015

Time to be a Man

You’re wide awake tossing and you can’t even sleep, with all these secrets you keep. The way home is so steep. And then it’s midnight, and you feel so alone. You’ve got your radio on. You don’t know if you can face the dawn. And It’s time to be a man. […]
March 3, 2015

California

Someday they’re going to write about us, living here in the shadow of this gathering dust, As the waves build up and drown the light, while we’re hanging from buildings on a Saturday night. And the words she said… I could barely hear over the blare of the speakers and the smell […]
March 3, 2015

Dope Machines

You keep me up some nights, trying to figure what you mean. I don’t know if it’s right. I don’t what you’re asking. When you laugh and you say, “I was only joking.” And it still feels wrong. I’m always asking these questions: “Are you just playing dumb? Or trying […]