Tuesday, January 29, 2013

The Warlocks - The Mirror Explodes

The Warlocks  
"The Mirror Explodes"

the droning noises
crash, bass drum, guitar chords
somebody please break through

sonic drug despairs
rattling chains in my brain
i feel haunted now

dark dark devil rock
bloodletting team of no end
we drown in the 'verb

its wicked cold out
much like the black in my heart
the warlocks appease

lucid dreams taste tight
sonic spirit awakens
my hands are sooooooo huge

sonic masterminds
hold my head underwater
is that a guitar

Echo Lake - Wild Peace

Echo Lake
"Wild Peace"

Jon Singer Sargent
paints a flamenco
Dancer in his head

Center of your sun
Self-harmony forever
Dream another dream

how many delays
can one record endure
chasing the sublime

Thunderous Love Bites
Summers End is not my heart 
Tasting Sulphur Tips

tiny voice is big
feels like running through the park
are these words English

We All tilt our heads
and look up at the ceiling
this isn't shoe gaze

lazy honey heart
napping on summer sundays
tattoo this in me

then you got happy
played ring around the rosey
pockets full of gum

Inside the fish tank
I float along and listen
Quiet, peaceful, nice

Misty twang bang; HOT!
familiar face, drive your bass
gentle crash dash smash

waking to smurf smell
orange sun in the mirror
reverb in my head

Questions for the group:
How peaceful is your life now?
It's better... ECHO?

Glowing stars above
I'm floating in warm water
sinking in your voice

sitting in a car
in a trance the world goes by
could last forever

sooth me down to sleep
dreaming of lost memories
woken by the sound

Shimmering Pools
Reverberating Gently
Sometimes, all we need

Did or Didn't It?

Cut off the shrink wrap
Echo lake will be spun fresh
Brighton carnival 
Five thousand years on
Swimming through the 
sunken rollercoaster
Down deep 
Mermaids in converse 
Sing ancient pop
Every head tilted 
Eyes at hazy suns or planes
The song uncovers 
Sigur rose smoked joints
Behind a boardwalk arcade
Listened to Spector
Any poetry
Shrouded by the studio 
But sounds real sweet guys
But wait, mermaids don't have feet.

Simon Joyner - Ghosts

Simon Joyner  

Sonic tapestries
Not to be played at parties
Lonely, dark, dirges

Dead wine avalanche
I will see you again on
the living room floor

A backyard trashfire
and whiskey night with you
makes Townes sound happy

Conor Oberst called
He wants his analogue back
still, you are older

Sweet sweet sadness
Rambles on through mournful soul
Here's a drink to you

Loping voice only
Dark tide of sound pulling down
Night tied to a stone

I'm swimming lines through
Electric ocean fuzzy
Flannery find air

Decades old sweater
Forgotten in the jungle
Distracted by song

Always playing waits
In midwest tattoo parlors
makes me miss grandpa

Remember babies
They don't much know how to drink
It's why I love them

When I was  bullied
As a kid I always put 
On The Band and cried

These songs make me feel
like melody was murdered
behind our winter

Dear Simon Joyner
This depressing music is
slow, sad, and great

Deep in my gut well
We needed a whiskey break
to drown the dark place

Mid western wave crash
waves of darkness, death, and love
crash hard brother, crash