The 365 Project

The 365 Project

By Eric WallackMusic
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The 365 Project episodes

  • #47 i'll get through
    i'll get through
    whatever i have to do
    on feet, hands or knees
    as before
    from my mouth
    flowers
    and seawater
    spilling out
    my petals
    i'll drop
    like pins
    onto trumpet skins
    what sound
    resounds
    what numbness
    whispers
    i'll get through
    whatever i have ot do
    on feet, hands or knees
    i'll get through
    bhagiti 6.5.07 perrysburgh, oh (back yard)
    2 min
  • #46 pulled to sea by a fish: under i went, under i went until there you were, there you were
    riding free
    the sea beside
    was crashing on the shore
    somewhere below
    to my surprise
    from the waves
    i saw it there
    it lay gasping in the brine
    i moved close by
    and in its eyes
    i saw myself
    and started to cry
    in my arms
    we did glide
    out toward the deep
    but i slipped beneath the tide
    it was
    you i did feel
    wrapped around me
    i had no need to breathe
    we moved as one
    beneath the waves
    and it was love
    that we played
    bhagiti 6.4.07 perrysburg, oh
    3 min
  • #45 the basement mildy crashes
    this is the one that is
    my favorite color
    it rises up slowly
    like a flood
    and evaporates
    leaving behind
    a sticky film
    that i can’t wash
    from my arms
    that i can’t hide
    from myself
    that i’ll wear
    like an invisible armor
    to sheild myself
    from nothing
    but under these
    floorboards creaking
    the basement mildly
    crashes
    bhagiti 6.3.07 perrysburg, oh
    3 min
  • #44 wireless
    its a conspiracy
    they’ve pulled us all apart
    they’ve cut our cords
    now we’re wireless
    strung out
    disconnected
    everbody’s talking
    to something
    but no one’s
    really there
    don’t say a word
    just
    touch me
    no
    don’t say a word
    just
    touch me
    touch me
    bhagiti 6.2.07 perrysburg, oh
    2 min
  • #43 a series of disconnected observations pts 3 & 7
    there’s a woodpecker on the porch
    chippin’ away at suet
    a red-capped hammer nailing
    himself into oblivion
    i’ve been stuck in tubes
    radio-fried, day-glo pictured
    summarized
    i have been observed senseless
    if home is where the heart is
    then i think i’m gonna need to leave
    the flames are lickin’ high
    and this kitchen sink ain’t enough to do the job
    the lights on the dashboard
    have ceased to function properly
    i’m steering blind, in a bind, afraid i’ll fly
    straight off the edge of obscurity
    but it’s alright ma, i’m not bob dylan
    nor is he and why should i
    sympathize, sythesize,
    plagiarize, gouge out my eyes
    rationalize, organize, or even criticize
    so on with cliche, if it sounds good once
    do it again ‘cause this song’s a lie it’s a
    compromise ‘cause i can’t think of
    nothin’ else to say
    let’s just say i am preoccupied
    bhagiti 6.1.07 perrysburg, oh
    3 min
  • #42 there was the once
    i awoke
    and for one
    dreadful eternity
    misplaced in a moment
    i thought it never
    happened
    but as the
    morning with its
    curling fingers
    reached through the blinds
    to caress my toes
    i knew
    i knew
    remembering
    the warm softness
    of the sun in your mouth
    its glistening touching
    mine
    i knew
    the silences
    between and yet to come
    would till deep into my heart
    but there in the damp
    flowers could hide
    bhagiti 5.31.07 toledo, oh
    2 min
  • #41 this is the song
    this is the song i’m writing
    to avoid the other one
    i would if i could
    but i’d only ruin it
    here i’ll sing of elsewhere
    or something about a horse
    yadada yadada
    blah blah blah
    dreams, delusions, reveries
    reality hammers them all
    and cheap imitations
    don’t come for free
    i’d rather dance on the edge
    of this blue, twisted steel
    than dream up a world
    that negates your touch
    bhagiti 5.30.07 toledo, oh
    2 min
  • #40 memorial day
    today’s the day to remember
    and i do i do
    all i do is remember
    all the things
    that i can’t forget
    i sing to sweet memory
    a purse that’s locked up deep
    inside my heart holding
    all the things
    that i can’t forget
    but memory’s a fragile mistress
    weak, seduced by influence
    and off she goes with
    all the things
    that i can’t forget
    so i’ll be left here by myself
    with nothing but my white flag
    pleading ignorance to
    all the things
    that i’ll never forget
    but memory’s a fragile mistress
    weak, seduced by influence
    and off she goes with
    all the things
    that i can’t forget
    bhagiti 5.29.07 perrysburg, oh
    2 min
  • #39 collide
    i had a dream the other night
    that i fell from an aeroplane
    i musta fell five hundred thousand miles
    but i kept thinking all the while
    what if it was you and not me
    i’d be below you with my arms stretched wide
    i promise that i wouldn’t miss ya if i tried
    i bet i could even do it if i closed my eyes
    how happy we we’d be when we’d collide
    but in this dream it didn’t go that way
    i kept fallin’ from that aeroplane
    i musta fell five hundred thousand miles
    but i kept thinking all the while
    will there be anyone to catch me
    i saw you down there with your arms stretched wide
    i promise that i couldn’t miss ya if i tried
    i knew at the very moment that i closed my eyes
    how happy we’d be when we’d collide
    bhagiti 5.28.07 perrysburg, oh
    2 min
  • #38 difficulty
    no wax to hold these
    covered in honey
    hardly off the ground
    and already falling
    eventually
    i’ll reach
    the sea
    bhagiti 5.27.07 perrysburg, oh
    2 min

About The 365 Project

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