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The 365 Project
By Eric WallackMusic
The 365 Project episodes
- #177 time is longer than ropewe knew the maskyou wore to hide fromyourself didn’t coverthe words you tore upand swept underthe rugwords piled highinto a balcony fromwhich lovers spurnedor otherwise flingthemselves intosenselessnessyou can get yourselfsome timeor a ropebut time is longer than ropeand we all knew themask was better thanthe cranberries andsalamanders youwere so close tobecomingyou can get yourselfsome timeor a ropebut time is longer than ropebhagiti 10.13.07 perrysburg, oh2 min
- #176 oars in our fishbasketsit was always the thinnestof thin ice spiderwebbingthrough your veins like losthighways no longer makingthe trip home afraid of whatyou thought you’d find thereand at camp like canoeswe slept overturned ouroars in our fishbaskets afraidto laugh and you never didand i knew you couldn’t andthat you didn’t care for the moonand neither could ibut i didand neither could ibut i didand later in january when theground was as cold as youcould take it you pulled meoutside and pulled everythingoff and didn’t shiver one bitand forced yourself to smilebut you couldn’t make it lastand neither could ibut i didand neither could ibut i didand i knew you wouldn’t have itany other wayand i knew you wouldn’t have itany other wayany other wayany other waybhagiti 10.12.07 perrysburg, oh3 min
- #175 pull the plugsleep comes alwaysjust before the alarmthrough the nighttrains scream and i wantthem to take me awayor run me overthe cold through thewindow is finally realthis time and thebed that wouldn’t let mesleep now won’t let mego but i dowhen does it all stopwhen will it be quiet againpull the plugpull the plugi will daydream myreturn in blankets sittingin the middle of theautumn woods coveredin leaves and twigs warmand contentwhen does it all stopwhen will it be quiet againpull the plugpull the plugbhagiti 10.11.07 perrysburg, oh2 min
- #174 leave it to the birds (i dream of an airplane crash)the high altitudejet planereimagining cumulouswith straightedgevapor trailsis a phantomwhose presenceis uncleari suppose thateveryonewho has fallen to earthregretted in an instantbelievingin a phantomwhose presenceis unclearleave it to the birdsleave it to the birdsi’m happy sticking tothe groundfirmly attached by forcesbeyond my controlbelievingin a phantomwhose poweris clearleave it to the birdsleave it to the birdsbhagiti 10.10.07 perrysburg2 min
- #173 the penny that refuses to reveal its other side is a hidden notebookgliding glidinghypnotizedpenny foryour thoughtshow much tokeep themto yourselfmake me guesswhat broken breadcan’t be fixedagain what fisheaten can’t swimagain what winecan’t return to thevinemeanwhilenight peeksthrough blindsand my lightsneaksback thoughneither haveeyes needingblinding insteada thresholdbetween lifeand living orknowing andnotgliding glidinghypnotizedamericaa main dragthat isn’ta cowboythat’s neithera continental dividethat doesn’ta jacket that smellsof leaves andleaving and inthe breastpocketa notebookthat readsitselfbhagiti 10.9.07 perrysburg, oh3 min
- #172 oh why ohioohio stretches like a lietoward the plains andpromises of the westto the sleepy southbelow the cool greeneast and the endlessforests of the northroads lead in or awayroads lead in or awayohio is a heart that nolonger beats kept aliveby trains pumping itscrisscrossing veins andsad eyed summerslaves to the catsup traderoads lead in or awayroads lead in or awayohio dead or dying noarrow filled sebastianmerely an unavoidableswamp that continuouslytries to refill itself with themuck long removedroads lead in or awayroads lead in or awaybhagiti 10.8.07 perrysburg, oh2 min
- #171 between crows and grapesthe sky is as blackas a crowand as beautifulmy bellyfull of grapesmakes no complaintand the coolhumidity of morningstrugglesbetween the deathof summer and thebirth of deathit caresses meseduces mekisses melicking my faceas if to saytake me nowfor tomorrowwe are gonebhagiti 10.7.07 perrysburg, oh3 min
- #170 and in a field of aging heather a dream of the future fell like ballast tossed from a failing ballooni stand in the middleof ten thousand streetsall at once and everywherethey lead is nowhere eachscreaming in concreteseducing with slickrainsoaked curves but eacha dead end none tosalvation nor evento acceptable ruinten thousand streetsall at once everywherea spiderweb traffic jam ofindustrial strength chaoslinear asphalt beautya din of scrape and roarall leading to madnessmadness of desiremadness of restlessnessmadness of choicemadness of singularitymadness of lossmadness of responsibilitymadness of hopemadness of hopelessnessbhagiti 10.6.07 perrysburg, oh3 min
- #169 which side are you onmorning makesno compromisesit reveals to usthe actionsof the nightand hidesthe moonin its lighteverything before is meaninglesseverything before is everythingwhich side are you onwe are notmorninglike prospectorswithout panswe wade inmurky waterthat hidesuntoldricheseverything before is meaninglesseverything before is everythingwhich side are you ontripping overpebblesand god westumble towardnothing wheneverythingis directlybeloweverything before is meaninglesseverything before is everythingwhich side are you onbhagiti 10.5.07 perrysburg, oh3 min
- #168 re-partingi went to the stationno suitcase in my handand there an old manyou leavin or stayini’m re-partingremaining and departingat the same timethat isi’m herebut neverhereso there i sat on theplatform watching the trainscome and go people’sfaces staring out atother possiblerealities each better thantheir ownthat isthey’re herebut neverherebhagiti 10.4.07 perryburg, oh2 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.
visit my blog here:http://bhagiti.blogspot.com/