Lines are Down
Tag: photography
NEW SONG – ties that bind
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
A new series from Robert Müller
Hangtime
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
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… Read More Carnival
Violet
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… Read More Violet
Rail
It just occurred to me Early to bed – early to rise No one here can hear me The breach is miles wide If I hold on tight she’ll shake loose On wings she’ll take to flight And look down on the secrets Of a world she’s left behind … It just occurred to me Don’t stare… Read More Rail
Elevation
we only wanted we wanted to feel but the sun and the moon the wind and the waves and then the trees the trees lost form as the road became endless endless as the stars stars we could no longer see with each morning each morning we are new but the sun and the moon… Read More Elevation
One By One
we all have our reasons we turn our backs to time and reality for moments we tremble and we shine we all have a season each with our own kind to find a place in the sun we shiver and we shine autumn has its leaves spring its rain summer its wings winter its chains… Read More One By One
Regret
How was I supposed to knowThe time would simply come and go?With so much future in my past,How was I to know? How was I to realizeWhat grows so high must one day dieAnd fall in ashes just like snow?How was I to know? I just want to hold your handLike I did way back… Read More Regret
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