Piles of Words

Out through all of this
I find a place I’m not remembering
But I know I saw it first
In a place I was pretending in.
Up against the world I’m standing on
I could go through and just accept
That what I’ve dreamt
Is what I’d rather choose.
But the passing will have a cost
Tear the flesh
Accept the loss
I was born to make my way through
I am out there
Beyond the dead trees
Water up to my knees
The sky burning my hair
No, no, no
It’s not a nightmare
Until you leave
There.
Or do I mean here?

This is another pile of words that should have stayed in the notebook. You look at an image and write whatever comes. At the point I make peace with it, it goes from being an exercise to a finished product. I am finding no peace with this yet, in fact it has brought me more confusion.

Jeff makin' stuff up.

Here is a link to two artists I have been listening to. The first is called St Vincent but the front person is Annie Clark. From very soft to a harsh wall of sound, I love the changes and the thought. Take a listen. The first link is a polished Video -http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-9prpAv6kvo
The second is more relaxed acoustic - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dNKHhJ0pq24&feature=related
Check out Andrew Bird (Violin) as well. They perform together sometimes - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PsR0uyPxqxI&feature=PlayList&p=258B16774745F93D&index=21