The 365 Project

The 365 Project

By Eric WallackMusic
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The 365 Project episodes

  • #107 shoots and ladders
    i’m
    sliding down a wire
    i’m counting on the fire
    that burns inside
    keeps me dry
    i’m
    looking for a sign
    i need a small reminder
    fools are always kinder
    if they are loved
    i was told there is a lake
    with a woman underneath
    anyone who tries to find her
    is never seen again
    i’m
    tripping up a staircase
    i’ve fallen flat on my face
    trying to get back
    to the top of that wire
    bhagiti 8.4.07 perrysburg, oh
    2 min
  • #106 cricket in the afterlife
    season after season
    my veins are full of blue
    and my soul is ripe
    my soul is ripe
    there is an elevator
    to the top of your flower
    but the sign says
    don’t bother
    where did you go
    where did you go
    remember when
    you were pregnant
    with the sea
    but you had
    to give her up
    where did you go
    where did you go
    there is a cricket
    in the afterlife
    whose leggy violin
    will put us all to sleep
    where did you go
    where did you go
    bhagiti 8.3.07 perrysburg, oh
    3 min
  • #105 i awoke to august (in ohio)
    i had a dream last night
    that i was sleeping
    in a bed outdoors
    in the middle of winter
    it was snowing and i
    was surrounded by
    douglas fir and pines
    it was freezing cold
    but i was warm
    but i was warm
    i wanted to stay there
    forever in my bed as
    snow continued to pile
    high and slowly bury me
    but i awoke to august
    but i awoke to august
    it’s already hotter than hell
    it’s already hotter than hell
    bhagiti 8.2.07 perrysburg, oh
    2 min
  • #104 the existential rap
    pour it in
    pour it out
    fill it up
    and dump
    it out
    again
    full or empty
    full or empty
    worry not of this
    fear more for the empty heart
    than the empty life
    life is a journal
    the heart a tasty morsel
    three vultures told me
    bhagiti 8.1.07 perrysburg, oh
    2 min
  • #103 before you can lose yourself you first must be found
    what will i do
    when there are
    so many i’m
    already forgetting
    most all of them
    is it better to
    blend in and be
    forgotten than
    to be small and
    shine for a moment
    you can’t pour water into them
    you can’t sweep the floor with them
    i’ll ask myself
    what’s better
    a look back
    a sidelong glance
    or eyes fixed forward
    you can’t pour water into them
    you can’t sweep the floor with them
    bhagiti 7.31.07 perrysburg, oh
    3 min
  • #102 a desert song
    silence
    nursed from cacti
    and a million
    grains of sand
    in a single square inch
    each with its own
    eternity
    each capable of finding
    its way into
    a bottle
    a beach
    or nowhere
    at all
    each locked in its own
    oblivion
    secreted from
    the buzzards
    the lizards
    the tumbleweeds
    the noon hellfire
    and the frigid moonlight
    bhagiti 7.30.07 perrysburg, oh
    2 min
  • #101 collusion
    like a dentist
    who gives kids
    lollipops
    for good behavior
    we stare into the dark
    and the light
    our pupils
    will adjust
    to both
    a dry
    wilting ripple
    and an eagle’s
    echoing shriek
    trying not to be
    done in by
    this garden
    ripe with the
    color
    of sound
    bhagiti 7.29.07 perrysburg, oh
    3 min
  • #100 survival kit for after the turn of the century
    we’re living in
    dangerous times
    everybody needs
    a survival kit
    pack carefully
    there isn’t much
    room
    you’ll need:
    three cans of irony
    quick wit
    spare hearts and
    a book of unwritten rules
    you’ll need a photograph
    of paavo nurmi
    a bottle opener and
    an empty bottle
    find some skin
    thickener
    a recyclable container
    and a soft drive
    with an undo button
    you’ll need a redo button
    a self-made songbook
    writer’s cramp
    travel pillbox and
    an incurable disease
    you’ll need
    infinite capacity for love
    and a healthy appreciation
    of contradictions
    bhagiti 7.28.07 perrysburg, oh
    3 min
  • #99 the 5am car alarm is a wake up call
    the price for wisdom
    is feeling
    what’s locked inside you
    is stealing
    what you were meant for
    a blue heart on a wall
    another about to fall
    make your case
    to the judge
    but no judgment’s
    gonna come
    you’re a blank sheet of paper
    ask yourself this
    what’s left to find
    the bird
    knows
    what’s in his beak
    but not
    what’s in his breast
    bhagiti 7.27.07 perrysburg, oh
    3 min
  • #98 recurrent and helpless they are perfect, they are perfect
    who believes in the earth
    do you believe in the sky
    i believe in the sea
    the oceans brimming with
    fishes swimming
    and they are perfect
    and they are perfect
    am i me beyond this sea
    is it a reflection of me
    or is it reflected in me
    we’re all regular people
    aren’t we
    sometimes snowflakes
    look like stars
    sometimes starfish
    dance like stars
    sometimes people
    feel like stars
    sometimes stars
    aren’t stars
    and they are perfect
    and they are perfect
    bhagiti 7.26.07 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.