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Aug 02

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All We Need is a Little Wind

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SOS: ALL WE NEED IS A LITTLE WIND

A piece inspired by desperation.

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Aug 01

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Introducing Doldrums

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SELF-HELP, SUCKS TO ADMIT: DOLDRUMS

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Aug 01

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Goodbye Home

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Highway Chile – The Ride: Sleeping Like a Dog

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HIGHWAY CHILE – THE RIDE: SLEEPING LIKE A DOG

It’s the second night I’ve slept on Sonny’s porch, outside, with Phoenix the pit bull Labrador mix. She’s my new pal visa-versa. It amuses me how when I’m here she refuses to go inside – were a couple dirty dogs, why would we want to do such a thing after all. I sometimes feel lonely with everyone inside coupled up and bubbled in from the elements. But hell, although at times I feel this way I am satisfied to know that I will always wake with myself, the sun included. That for me is enough to smile, the love for myself keeps me going while the road guides my way. Here I come N.A.

– Highway Chile

It’s the second night I’ve slept on Sonny’s porch…

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His Down Time

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SONG: HIS DOWN TIME

in his down time there lives a place where he can play do make say observe and think whatever he wants

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Aug 01

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Mortar and Stone

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SONG: MORTAR & STONE

I met a girl on the beach one day, like a breeze was swept my way. And although the air was filth – although my eyes were filled with sand – I let her in to stay. Still, I let her in.

So I used the sand to build a wall. A beautiful, giant wall. It towers high above – it towers high above them all. I am safe behind this wall. I can’t see over this wall.

For years, I’ve waited here alone behind mortar and stone. I count the steps that I can’t take. So I sit alone and wait. So how could she love me? I don’t even love me.

I want to break all of the walls that I have built around myself. Let all the people in that I have kept out and breathe again.

I met a girl on the beach one day, like a breeze was swept my way. And although…

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Dove Tailing

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SONG: DOVE TAILING

He and I collaborated silently as the negative nothings resounded like a din in the living room. Practicing scales, he set the stage for a gnarly medley that could twist the soul. Watch your mouth. Let it go. It’s not your fault.

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Goodbye Home (instrumental)

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SONG: GOODBYE HOME (INSTRUMENTAL)

Cracks and holes in Victorian walls
Pink noises coming from above and all around
The scent of stale chips and old spinach
Don’t know what I’m doing, but I’m keeping my head down

Cracks and holes in Victorian walls…

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To Help You Stop Smoking (instrumental)

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SONG: TO HELP YOU STOP SMOKING (INSTRUMENTAL)

A rad collaboration with our friend, Josh Tabbia at Already Dead Tapes.

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Jul 25

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Dove Tailing (instrumental)

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SONG: DOVE TAILING (INSTRUMENTAL)

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A piece inspired by desperation.

Cracks and holes in Victorian walls Pink noises coming from above and all around The scent of stale chips and old spinach Don’t know what I’m doing, but I’m keeping my head down

Cracks and holes in Victorian walls…

Cracks and holes in Victorian walls. Pink noises coming from above and all around. The scent of stale chips and old spinach. Don’t know what I’m doing, but I’m keeping my head down.

– Highway Chile

It’s the second night I’ve slept on Sonny’s porch…

– Highway Chile

I met a girl on the beach one day, like a breeze was swept my way. And although the air was filth – although my eyes were filled with sand – I let her in to stay. Still, I let her in.

So I used the sand to build a wall. A beautiful, giant wall. It towers high above – it towers high above them all. I am safe behind this wall. I can’t see over this wall.

For years, I’ve waited here alone behind mortar and stone. I count the steps that I can’t take. So I sit alone and wait. So how could she love me? I don’t even love me.

I want to break all of the walls that I have built around myself. Let all the people in that I have kept out and breathe again.

I met a girl on the beach one day, like a breeze was swept my way. And although…

I met a girl on the beach one day, like a breeze was swept my way. And although the air was filth – although my eyes were filled with sand – I let her in to stay. Still, I let her in.

So I used the sand to build a wall. A beautiful, giant wall. It towers high above – it towers high above them all. I am safe behind this wall. I can’t see over this wall.

For years, I’ve waited here alone behind mortar and stone. I count the steps that I can’t take. So I sit alone and wait. So how could she love me? I don’t even love me.

I want to break all of the walls that I have built around myself. Let all the people in that I have kept out and breathe again.

He and I collaborated silently as the negative nothings resounded like a din in the living room. Practicing scales, he set the stage for a gnarly medley that could twist the soul. Watch your mouth. Let it go. It’s not your fault.

He and I collaborated silently as the negative nothings resounded like a din in the living room. Practicing scales, he set the stage for a gnarly medley that could twist the soul. Watch your mouth. Let it go. It’s not your fault.

Cracks and holes in Victorian walls Pink noises coming from above and all around The scent of stale chips and old spinach Don’t know what I’m doing, but I’m keeping my head down

Cracks and holes in Victorian walls…

Cracks and holes in Victorian walls. Pink noises coming from above and all around. The scent of stale chips and old spinach. Don’t know what I’m doing, but I’m keeping my head down.

A rad collaboration with our friend, Josh Tabbia at Already Dead Tapes.

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