The 365 Project

The 365 Project

By Eric WallackMusic
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The 365 Project episodes

  • #147 the submission of night
    the blankets wouldn’t
    release me as i lay trying
    to go back to where i was
    minutes ago with the cold
    from the open window
    working its way
    into my failed attempt
    at dream recovery
    morning is a cruel killer
    of warm blanketed bliss
    a destroyer of dreams
    evaporating the gentle
    black of night and pressing
    the moon into submission
    night keeps its greatest
    secret during the day
    in hiding from
    the accusations
    of
    the sun
    bhagiti 9.13.07 perrysburg, oh
    2 min
  • # 146 in a glass house you clicked your rings
    a round house
    in the middle of the
    old neighborhood
    and there i snapped
    music around my head
    before leaving
    you lived in
    a glass cube high
    in the trees hidden
    from others though
    exposed to me and
    to you i did climb
    always and again
    the same is never
    the same is never
    the same again
    and after
    we climbed out onto
    a limb dangling our
    feet over the black
    water underneath the
    moon and laughed
    always and again
    the same is never
    the same is never
    the same again
    bhagiti 9.12.07 perrysburg, oh
    3 min
  • #145 i take you up in my arms but nothing is there, nothing is there
    i awoke to the crispy cool
    of autumn in the air today
    it’s chill embraced me with
    its leaf mold caress as i lay
    sleeping dreaming a kiss
    fall the reverse resurrection
    i love you and your harvest
    moons and your chilly clarity
    but you are no lover you
    take but cannot ever give
    i will be here
    same time next year
    i will be here
    every day i will slip into you
    surrounded by increasing night
    and breathe deep your cool
    before we part again never
    having shared a single secret
    i will be here
    same time next year
    i will be here
    bhagiti 9.11.07 perrysburg, oh
    3 min
  • #144 tell me something, anything
    peas in a pod
    what does it all mean
    the vines are long
    but have surely
    reached something
    tell me something
    anything
    tell me something
    anything
    last night a
    kitchen full of dying
    birds in cages
    we healed them with
    sunflower seeds
    tell me something
    anything
    tell me something
    anything
    everything quiet
    speaks again but we
    don’t always hear
    it doesn’t mean we’re
    not listening
    tell me something
    anything
    tell me something
    anything
    bhagiti 9.10.7 perrysburg, oh
    3 min
  • #143 why water why
    my shoes
    in a dream
    and my feet in them
    in awful
    brackish water
    where i found
    indian drums and later
    a man tried
    to kill me
    for them
    i woke up
    again to rain
    already feeling the wet
    seeping in
    to my bones
    wondering
    what water means to me
    and if it
    figures in
    my death
    why water
    why do i
    never seem to escape
    love and
    death within
    your cool
    green and blue brine
    at once
    i breathe
    then die
    bhagiti 9.9.07 perrysburg, oh
    2 min
  • #142 the dilemma of morning
    nothing beats
    rain in the morning
    before the sun
    and bird worms
    here the bed a
    paradise of
    non-escape
    a warm refuge
    in diaphanous
    gossamer
    at one with
    lingering half dreams
    and the hissing
    against the leaves
    outside
    the moon that
    tormented me
    last week is gone
    now and the sky
    through my window
    drips dark as i
    make my way
    out of night to
    fight off the day
    bhagiti 9.8.07 perrysburg, oh
    2 min
  • #141 making the morning snowglobe cry
    no full range bleary
    eyed evening moon
    hypnosis can make the
    morning snowglobe cry
    daybreak dreams
    everlast the
    longest haunting
    the rest of the day
    for two weeks
    here i’ve lingered
    each of these
    a cipher
    shouts and kissing
    nowhere running
    underwater flying
    clamshell mystery
    stuck between night
    and day a limbo
    of consciousness
    i can’t escape
    for two weeks
    here i’ve lingered
    each of these
    a cipher
    bhagiti 9.7.07 perrysburg, oh
    3 min
  • #140 a little less resistance
    i want to float
    i want gravity to lose
    its hold on me
    just a little i want
    to move with a
    little less resistance
    i used to dream
    i was invisible
    and that i could fly
    i would disappear
    and float away
    over the playground
    it sounds simple
    but there’s no
    comprehending this
    now invisibility
    is an impossibility
    but there’s still
    hope for light between
    the earth and the
    bottom of my feet
    it sounds simple
    but there’s no
    comprehending this
    bhagiti 9.6.07 perrysburg, oh
    3 min
  • #139 some people have all the luck
    i once knew this girl and
    rain poured from her fingers
    but the only parade she
    ever touched was her own
    once i squeezed my finger
    to see if the water would come
    and just as i was about to
    stop i could only raise a drop
    some people have all the luck
    some people have all the luck
    when counting stones or stars
    you need to go by thirteens and
    sevens the logic of happiness
    has nothing to do with elevens
    the bridges crossed and
    powders lost are not for coming
    and going but for dandelions
    growing and fingers that weep
    some people have all the luck
    some people have all the luck
    bhagiti 9.5.07 perrysburg, oh
    3 min
  • #138 my relationship with the moon is, shall we say, complicated
    last night the moon
    waning
    from behind dappled
    backlit clouds
    directed my dreaming
    even so
    cruel arid moon
    i’ll still love you
    there i witnessed
    three deaths
    including my own each
    still heavy
    within me i am shaken
    even so
    cruel arid moon
    i’ll still love you
    tonight i will pull the
    curtains
    in tight to keep that light
    from seeping
    into my senseless sleeping
    even so
    cruel arid moon
    i’ll still love you
    bhagiti 9.4.07 perrysburg, oh
    3 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.