Music
Forrest Porridge
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Colin MartinCaterpillar WillowUnderneath the caterpillar willow, we watch them spin themselves in string.
In the spring time, they will emerge to find they've become something more beautiful. You say to me, we should do the same. You wrap your arms around my frame. We roll beneath the willow tree entangling our bodies. One last embrace, we lay in the shade, we both start to change. Through these cocoons, I am loving you. One day we will awake finding our wings complete. We'll leave the caterpillar willow on the ground so far below. Next spring I'll meet you at the willow tree, its branches drooping all around our bodies. All around our bodies..... “ |
Colin Martin
ChronophobiaLet her fall through your arms,
down to the floor below. Arms outstretched but you, have to let her go. Silently you plead for her to stay, you say don't leave. But you know time heals all. The things that you feel, these things that are real. Are you afraid of the future? What it can do to ya. Are you scared of growing up? To find you're not good enough. Like me, So love me now while we're still young, and can feel it all. Colin MartinI Will Return For YouI am leaving soon say goodbye beneath a dim moon.
Just like the one that I hung in my room. You are the one that I used to swoon. I'll build a wall strong and tall. Around my heart, around my heart. We are going separate ways, still so much I have to say to you. But I can't feel your heart beat no, I can't even see you. I'll build a wall strong enough to hold it all out. Few will see it fall, around my heart. Once we grow up I will return for your love. Once we grow up I will return for you. For you. Amalgam Effect
Calvin MersealIf I Cared LessI can’t seem to find the words
To carve under my name As I brave the star-eyed herds All migrating for fame Half a mind with less in heart I scribble on a page All eroded falls apart Not born yet tinged by age Feeling like old Bartleby I’d simply prefer not Still not coming easily Lost patience on the spot Standing stiff with hand to gland Send futures down the drain Who knew life could be so bland Would sooner suffer pain At a loss with blood run dry I’m crawling in the dark A single tear falls with a cry But that won’t leave a mark Bygone friends all moving on A child, a wife, a life Soon they will be surly gone In cool domestic strife Tenderly I grasp my pen A lover all its own What my children might have been A seed spilled but not sewn Wondering where I should stand I look upon the Styx If I cared a little less That might just be the fix Whisper nothings in my veins Held candles to my heart Pinpricked point won’t be the end Perhaps a quiet start Mathew Spivack & Calvin Merseal
NecrosisA world of need is the death of dreams
He’ll never grow up to be what he seems Works nine to five at a dead end job Until his last breath does a paycheck rob His friends all well off or happily married Their dreams being simple were easily carried But the artist will starve, his love will wither And he never moves forward, only hither and thither He’ll never grow up, never grow old He thinks a rolling stone grows no mold His head is hot but his heart is cold It won’t be true if his soul is sold He trudges on but he just can’t see Machines got him, now he can’t get free Walking death and you know his plea End the necrosis of society! A fettered mind in black recesses A shallow end won’t reach the presses His broken dreams get no osmosis His captive soul will face necrosis |
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