This is about taking some of the logs out of my metaphorical "lumberyard of ideas" and burning them up in a big bonfire--as an act of making room and a recognition that this is as far as they were going to go.
My first fawm song this year had a prominent synth sound which I return to to close things out.
The world interfered with my beautiful plans
But I forgave it, made amends
It's the pressure of days that keep slipping away
but that's over now
it's all in the past
there's plenty of time
to make it last
the remains of the day
all of the records I'll never make, titled:
Love and torture
Here are the beginnings I will never complete.
It's not meant to be--
their weight's lifted from me.
Released to soar like eagles or swim like a stone
Let them inhabit some liminal zone
Play the tape forward
Wool Baron and their
Cemetery with a view
Glitter and Ash
Aux Cord Crackle
Bored of Education