you

heavy boots get heavier
the trees with same rings, grin with their limbs
and then the leaves fell
like drops of rain onto your face
and the birds on the wire,
sung a song we couldn't sing
and now looking through the lens
our freedoms are much smaller
and you and i, in different directions
no goodbyes for us to fashion
and the sun hid behind the trees that day
and it was never seen again
and you were never seen again
and oh god, my god, where exactly have you been?
when i was lagging in the reins
and then you called but i didn't answer
and i never came back to you
and it was all chaos
oh this was fucking chaos
and we watched it burn together
we watched it burn
this feels like a nightmare, anymore
shifting freedoms
in dresden, he was a giant

don't come back,
don't come back,
don't come back,
everything i do is sporadic and complex
when i speak i stutter staccato spurts
don't fall back,
don't fall back,
don't fall back, worm
we'll keep on pushing plod on like pistons pumping
forward motion
forward motion
your bones make a delicious soup

Well, I can be lonely if she's happy- after all.

davis cemetery circa 1806

dark matter collides
like molecules within our eyes
your eyes are black holes
when you're looking at me
your eyes are black holes
when you are singing
your voice is like a gunshot
your eyes are black holes
your eyes
you were never mine

picking flowers taking pictures
haunted places empty houses
i spilled my coffee in your grandparents' cabin
on the lake
you said it was alright and you took a picture
i think it may have been the last one
you had never looked so beautiful 
shouting for you to slap the sounds on your knees
i slept on the floor so i could sleep close to you
i slept on the floor so i could sleep close to you

when sunlight shines through spider webs
just barely bright enough
to make our skin look less sickly
and that was as good as it would ever get

migration to a town where
the trees
with same leaves
change colors every season
and in the winter there's no reason
migration to a town where
in my nightmares as a child
the trees swallowed houses
and in the winter there's no reason
to try and keep on breathing
that's as good as it gets

i slept on the floor so i could sleep close to you
i slept on the floor so i could sleep close to you
i slept on the floor so i could sleep close to you

we tell tall tales

"It's Always Going To Rain"
A solo EP with the help of some friends.

Tall Tales is the sort of solo outlet of myself and some very talented friends of mine.
Tall Tales is one part percussion, one part synthesizers, one part electric and acoustic strings, and two parts life problems.

From Northwestern Indiana/Chicago, Illinois

Coming soon.

(thanks to Elsita Mora for the artwork - Visit her blog here. )

Given what you've lost are you better off?
Give what you had, has it made you mad?

untitled

I can feel a hot one
ear to the ground
hoping I could hear the sounds
I need eleven bullets
start tearing through streets
and yeah you were in the front seat
I was shaking it out
you were asking if I felt alright
I never ever really do
I never feel okay
I don't ever feel alright

And I realized (right then)
that you were perfect
my teeth ripping out of my head
you took my hand and you smiled
you moved close to me and you said
"i will always care"
you played with the knot in the tail in my hair

and I was alive again

i am not okay

i need a drink, yeah
i need a cigarette
or i need some water, my dear
i think i'm dying
no, i'm not gonna make it
i'm not gonna make it this year
i am not alright
i am not alright
i am not okay, i swear
i tried and i tried
and committed suicide
socially awkward and bare
nobody wondered
and nobody asked
yeah i'm sure, quite sure no one cared
i'm gonna die
i'm not gonna make it
not gonna make it i swear.
i'm gonna die
no, i'm not gonna make it
i'm not gonna make it this year.

white flag

white flag, white flag
stop digging up my bones
white flag, white flag
don't dig up old bones
white flag, white flag

the tallest men tell the tallest tales
white flag, white flag
imaginary quotes from imaginary people
do you have a throat? (no) 
do you even have a soul? (i don't even know)

brother bear

little brother bear
keep your chin up
i know life gets pretty hard

little brother bear
open your eyes up
yeah i know life is pretty hard sometimes but


climb up my back
like your climbing up a tree
fasten yourself on tight
i will guard you from invaders
from all the monsters in the night