more porta02 recording...i rolled tape on this one before I knew the song. I just went to my favorite chords and read the poem I wrote on a train
dear amy,
this rooftop garden goes out
in the direction of the world
where no one can pick your apples anymore
this city squats in the valley like
your black toes
on the footsteps of heaven's white marble stairs
Where no one can pick your apples anymore
My ears ring like a stone bell
like a sparklehorse in the moon's well
dear amy,
your misadventure of love goes
'round night's room
and drowns every child in some
great sack
a flash of neighbors gather in
the construction of peace
to mend
the right track back
where no one can pick your apples anymore
and my ears ring like a stone bell
like a sparkle horse in the moon's well
where no one can pick your apples anymore
where the world begins, contempt for everything that
doesn't make money begins...
but what would you pay for
christ to die again?
and my ears ring like a stone bell
like a sparkle horse in the moon's well
where no one can pick your apples anymore
@thedutchwidows Feb 2022
This is great - I love that feeling of hitting record without a firm idea and just committing to what comes out.
I also love me some 4-track; pretty much everything I've done this year has been on a 4-track, just to force me to focus a bit more. Add the tags "4-track" or "four-track" and it'll pop up with those also trying that approach.