#clifflight #thefieldeffect #badrabbits
Pumpin iron with Bralderman and the Rare Bird Schortman.
Last Sunrise over the ocean, for a while.
You were always weird But I never had to hold you by the edges Like I do now
The better to see you with
I did my best to let go and talk to her. To share my thoughts about the landscape and the treasures scattered across its surface, tucked into it’s crevices. Thousands of sand dollars spread out, two or three for every step we took and the tide lower by the locals standard then it ever was. And dreams. I tried to talk some of my dreams honest and open and let her in and took all our clothes off when it was too cold with them on and went out to face that nature head on with the cold ocean water striking the human out of me like a swift electrical bolt. And all the impermanence swirling around my head and heart all the time, I tried to let go just let lapse and feel open to this dream. I needed that dream like air, the week torn into me like blisters of heavy glass, slowing me down the blood trail shadowing my smile. I needed it and she knew it and took me and went somewhere else the next day and it cheapened it but I know it don’t. I know it’s just different and there goes my swirling impermanent thoughts and what to do besides strike up against them and try to believe but feeling all of those and the weight of the glass heavy with a black shining back still large chunks stuck in me, trickling out like diamonds in my blood against the moon. A moonlit trail of soul. It gets hard to believe and I know you were true, weren’t you.
Closing eyes, and when I wake up…
Official. Does it make a difference? No. Is it still cool? Reasonably so. http://www.earmilk.com/2013/10/18/clifflight-tryst-ep/
90’s shit. Lemonheads.
Oh I know that you feel the same
Drop me off when you reach that lake
Ain’t nobody need me no more
Stretched out just like a wh….
I think there was a short in the circuit, or something, but it made the Shell sign cool.