Give Me Time And I’ll Leave You

What did I say about your mother?

What did I forget now?

Giant hands, they can’t kill you without a body

Give me time, and I’ll leave you with nothing, too

 

Hold real still cause I wanna kiss you

What did I forget now?

Praise the man standing quiet in his fire

Give me time, and I’ll put out my fire for you

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Sunday Brother,

I’ve been awake for a long, long time – 3 am. Maybe you’ve heard of Second Sleep – maybe I’m willing it back into style?

This began early in the evening with a cacophony of loop improvisation, intricate pizzicato and bow. After it all shut off, and I slumped into my chair, I absentmindedly plucked single notes which got me here. The contrast between a cacophony and silence was nice. Here, the under 2 min, short practice was to pack multiple stories in every line. In each line, there are about 2-5 stories; mine, his, hers, yours. Which, it could be argued, is the case for anything. So, I’ll leave it at that. And, awe man, those fine morning birds chirping away.