The 365 Project

The 365 Project

By Eric WallackMusic
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The 365 Project episodes

  • #117 assume the position
    what matters
    make matters
    worse
    four horsemen
    and madhatters
    drawing and
    dancing crazy
    patterns
    and
    speaking
    in tongues
    and math
    soon august’s
    withering
    will be a thing
    of the past
    and soon we’ll
    be shivering
    and dreaming
    that the sea
    is the sky
    inverted
    and the stars
    are fishes
    bhagiti 8.14.07 perrysburg, oh
    3 min
  • #116 the penance of memory
    what happens in an instant
    can last forever
    what takes hours is easily
    forgotten
    a falcon on a lamp pole
    a haiku
    on the way to the grocery
    store
    warm morning insects
    the dawn chorus rouses me
    i’m out of coffee
    bhagiti 8.13.07 perrysburg, oh
    2 min
  • #115 our feet could be laughing at the stars
    i’d walk down the street
    if there was a street to walk
    upon
    but nothing’s the same
    now that everything we
    once knew
    is gone
    the times they did change
    but i’m afraid i’m the same
    and it hurts me to say that
    i still feel like i’m the
    only one
    would you lie in my bed
    tell me it’s gone to my head
    i’ll agree
    that the things that i see
    are not even the way they’re
    supposed to be
    and i’ll you a secret about
    nineteen eighty three
    that when you were gone
    i knew that something
    was wrong
    oh what i would do
    to be part of everything
    if you see that i do then
    i’ll come back for you and
    then you will see
    that our feet could be laughing
    at the stars
    and that nothing would ever
    take us apart
    that our feet could be laughing
    at the stars
    and that nothing would ever
    take us apart
    bhagiti 8.12.07 perrysburg, oh
    4 min
  • #114 count to thirteen
    i keep waiting and waiting
    but all it leads to is more
    waiting
    i keep writing and writing
    but all it leads to is more
    writing
    i keep wishing and wishing
    but all it leads to is more
    wishing
    i keep loving and loving
    but all it leads to is
    nothing
    i keep sitting and sitting
    and all it leads to is
    nothing
    i’ll stand out here all night and count to thirteen
    you can be all you ever want in a dream
    bhagiti 8.11.7 perrysburg, oh
    2 min
  • #113 day in, day out
    sometimes
    we earn our stars
    and our stripes
    sometimes our
    stripes are black
    and white
    or our star
    has fallen
    prisons stand
    where we build
    them brick mortar
    or invisible
    stars don’t
    actually
    fall the world
    merely turns
    day in
    day out
    breathe in
    breathe out
    bhagiti 8.10.07 perrysburg, oh
    2 min
  • #112 after swimming under swallows a shaman carved me a heart from a pyramid of hot silver
    in deference to the hills
    the sun comes shining
    for love of the trees
    swallows on the wing
    it is real
    it is real
    like night to the moon
    your face is glowing
    for love of the breeze
    you trust in knowing
    it is real
    it is real
    once a white dress
    meant something
    but after swimming
    in the clear green water
    i have forgotten my name
    and what everything means
    like shipwreck treasure
    long fused together
    the old man carved
    an icon in silver
    and placed it into my chest
    and there it began to beat
    it is real
    it is real
    bhagiti 8.9.07 perrysburg, oh
    2 min
  • #111 now has the shortest lifespan of anything known and it means more than anything else
    today i beat the lowdrone
    and the temple bell
    ipushed them down
    before they could seduce me
    into twenty more minutes
    of sleep
    today the morning hums and rings
    even before the sun sings
    its heliocentric summer humidity
    and i wonder if i’ll live today like it
    was my last
    so much wasted
    so much forgotten
    i know what i gotta do
    but i can’t seem to get it done
    maybe tomorrow i’ll let
    the lowdrone and
    temple bell hum and ring
    and escape into twenty minutes
    of dreaming and stillness
    and be alive
    what’s wasted is wasted
    what’s forgotten is forgotten
    here everything is vivid
    now never happens again
    bhagiti 8.8.07 perrysburg, oh
    2 min
  • #110 like a mummer on the solstice
    last night
    i dreamt
    my closet
    was full of unrealistic
    animal
    costumes
    bears
    rats
    rabbits
    squirrels
    and
    a porcupine
    they wore
    tophats
    and vests
    the bear had a watchchain
    i wore them everyday
    it was both
    liberating
    and terrifying
    like a mummer
    on the solstice
    i wanted it to be true
    once again
    when night falls
    in my head
    i’d like to know
    that i know nothing
    bhagiti 8.7.07 perrysburg, oh
    2 min
  • #108 bhagiti battles the muse and gives birth to a pink hippo
    it’s finally raining here again
    the birds and worms are wriggling
    the mud is letting go from my
    head down to my toes
    the empty cobwebs in my head
    tell me that philosophy’s dead
    that bats that were in my belfry
    have all gone home to bed
    this one’s not my best one
    but i’ll do it anyway
    i throw these things together fast
    i don’t know any other way
    it’s just my way to remind myself
    to be here everyday
    after gulping down my coffee
    i got an idea for a line
    i’ll wring it to it’s inevitable
    sometimes confusing conclusion
    toss in some stuff from dreams
    work in mouths flowers and the sea
    wrack my brain for memories
    and twist myself into reverie
    sometimes it’s like giving birth
    to a pink hippopotamus
    i throw these things together fast
    i don’t know any other way
    it’s just my way to remind myself
    to be here everyday
    the third verse is the hardest one
    the rhythm got screwed up i know
    ain’t got time to make it right
    didn’t get enough sleep last night
    it’s at one minute thirty-three
    and the muse has just abandoned me
    think of something nice to sing
    but i can’t seem to think of anything
    like staring at a wall sometimes
    seems like nothing’s happening
    i throw these things together fast
    i don’t know any other way
    it’s just my way to remind myself
    to be here everyday
    bhagiti 8.5.07 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.