Division

•November 2, 2016 • Leave a Comment

It’s a matter of perspective
To see outside the lines
To extend beyond yourself
And your borders
Realize it’s all a false construct
You and me is no different than us and them
Unless you believe it
It’s a matter of perspective

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Train

•October 11, 2016 • Leave a Comment

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and just like that
i forget to breathe again
suspended midair
just like i remember

december will be here
and gone like a train
where i’m left standing
… gone like a train

and just like that
i forget to breathe again
suspended midair
just like i remember

NEW SONG – ties that bind

•May 24, 2016 • Leave a Comment

This is an unusual occurrence of a lyrics-first song. The changing time signatures keep things interesting, but the song remains very accessible.

You can find the lyrics here.

Indiana Power & Light

•February 20, 2016 • Leave a Comment

A new series from Robert Müller


  
  
  

Hangtime

•December 22, 2015 • Leave a Comment

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It’s always unnerving listening to playback in the studio. Not unlike being suspended in midair; either waiting for your wings to take flight, or gravity to take hold and send you plummeting.

Carnival

•July 6, 2015 • Leave a Comment

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Hey sweetness, open your eyes
There’s the arch of the state line
Ohio seemed so far away
‘seems so far behind

Colors flying under gray skies
With a hand so cold inside mine
On a ride spinning around and around
At the carnival
At the carnival

So take me back to where I come from
A place I hardly can recall
Where we both know our names
And some things never change … at all

I stood outside in a field today
Alone, the rolling clouds began to play
A game in which each figure looked like you
Every single shape reminded me of you

So take me back to where I come from
A place I hardly can recall
Where we know who we are
A place that seems so far … away

Violet

•May 26, 2015 • Leave a Comment

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right back where we began
nice to see you here again
darkness in the heart of summer
but for stars without number

teases like I shouldn’t wonder
seductive currents pull you under
right back where we began
nice to see you here again

listen for the little whispers
feel the friction turn to blisters
darkness in the heart of summer
but for knowing without wonder

the sun never shows
where this dark blossom grows

seems we always say goodbye
and mean it each and every time
isn’t this where we began?
nice to see you here again

 
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