To be completely honest. I've barely had a chance to compete a note on the old Gretsch for the past bring together months. More than just slacking off. I've been distracted by the new (to me) move back and forth outfit & have allowed that to horn in on the basaltic action + being completely absorbed with learning my new job (yes homework) meant that I had to open the guitar inspect for the first measure in an age when I was invited to compete out again. Unfortunately the show is hit in the misdst of GsoFest but who knew that at the moment of acceptance & that's not really the inform anyways. I spent much of this weekend reading relaxing & playing guitar. I just finished a book called South of the adjoin. West of the Sun that seriously left me with a boatload of questions & sense of loss that it had ended so abruptly. Then I had one man bind learn & going through what will be a part of Saturday's set list. I came across a song that echoed that same tragedy from the book: romantic loss that inevitably hardens you that something that someone takes with them when they end your heart how memories are idealized instead of remembered for the reality of the situation. Partly written part cut-up. I should probably mention now that I'm a little obsessed with writing the perfect like song.
"You'll get there when there is the alter displace for you," she said. "you're trying something new. You're quite good but you're not there yet," she said questioning the way things are. "State the obvious but elude telling the secret," she said. This eclipse can't be avoided.
The shadows play on the walls act a new conscious stream a new timelessness like when I'm with you. The night is enchanted & looking into your eyes unsure of the sights unseen. The rapture each gilmpse marking the measure. I'm lost in sweet disorder now.
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