The 365 Project

The 365 Project

By Eric WallackMusic
Download on the App Store

The 365 Project episodes

  • #67 lowville (w/matt wallack)
    it’s been a while
    i remember your
    sandy pines and
    stone quarry hill
    your racetrack fairgrounds
    deep gully ravine
    remember me
    we have unfinished
    business
    car wrecks and near
    misses
    the first kiss
    that never was
    what did you do
    to earn your name
    how low did you go
    what else can you bury
    i miss your mystery
    and red brick
    ubiquity
    you were so close
    yet so far away
    i only made it
    once by bike
    it was a long ride home
    bhagiti 6.25.07 lowville, ny
    4 min
  • #66 you are it (w/matt wallack)
    sunrise here
    in beaver falls
    moving
    over and
    through
    the pines
    and in an instant
    i realize it
    all of it
    is me
    or rather
    i am it
    i
    you
    we
    are the fence
    the trees
    the moth
    the hawk
    the sunrise
    we are
    every stranger
    and they
    are us
    and all
    of this
    too
    no selves
    we are
    everything
    and
    you
    are
    it
    bhagiti 6.24.07 beaver falls, ny
    4 min
  • #65 the wisdom of the rails
    i was a big
    d major add 9 chord
    as i rolled over western
    new york
    lush green
    with vineyards
    plumping fruit fit
    for spirits and ghosts
    clickity clack
    you can’t go back
    clickity clack
    you can’t go back
    then writhing
    trapped in my
    four-foot
    duffel bag world
    racked in agony
    long on the tracks
    i had to empty myself
    of everything
    clickity clack
    you can’t go back
    clickity clack
    you can’t go back
    bhagiti beaver fallls, ny 6.23.07
    2 min
  • #64 song before boarding a train
    home
    i carry it with me
    wherever i go
    mine
    is powdered
    in capsules
    hidden in a pillbox
    they
    are stowaways
    and i ride too
    i looked
    only seven left
    just one this time
    i’ll need
    to save the rest
    for another time
    one for
    a wedding
    a few for funerals
    once
    they’re gone
    i’ll be free to ramble
    bhagiti 6.22.07 before boarding a train to upstate ny
    2 min
  • #63 and in her pocket a torn prayer card, a lint-covered breath mint, an unmatched earring and $.73
    they say
    there’s a lot in the sky
    an expensive farm
    that you can buy
    a great gig
    and a kingdom come with
    a dice tossing,
    spiteful king
    but no train
    will ever take you there
    no escalator
    over the hill
    at the top
    of the world you cast
    no shadow
    there is where it stops
    the sky
    is an empty open womb
    a barren blue
    deep inverted bowl
    we fill it
    with what we make of it
    what we put there
    are hope and lies
    bhagiti 6.21.07 perrysburg, oh
    2 min
  • #61 everybody loves you but i think you already know that
    i know the sound of my heart
    it’s close to my skin
    when i lost my voice
    it was the only thing i could see
    now i am a river tossing
    and i am not in love
    with the modern world
    i can’t turn my back on beauty
    i have legs for the sea
    i spend most of my nights
    underwater breathing deep
    the salty brine and hiding in the weeds
    the ground circles the worm
    the ocean caresses the eel
    everybody loves you
    but i think you already know that
    to fall out of the sky we’re made
    the earth’s but good for a grave
    the sea a naked breast gently
    moving against my outstretched arm
    you know the sound of my heart
    echoing a hundred times
    pitched way down low
    in the current anemones sway in time
    bhagiti 6.19.07 perrysburg, oh
    4 min
  • #58 yesterday's me and i
    this morning
    all is new again
    as it was yesterday
    and will be again
    i'll try to be
    new again but
    the old me of yesterday
    won't let go of me
    so today he's
    my traveling companion
    and he knows
    i'm gonna ditch him
    and we both cry
    not wanting to lose
    the other
    but one of us has to go
    bhagiti 6.16.07 perrysburg, oh
    3 min

About The 365 Project

From the publisher's feed

Inspired by song diarists like David Andrew Strackany (aka PALEO), I endeavor to write, record and upload a song a day for 365 days.