it's going to be a busy weekend. I might abandon my songs for a few days. good number to leave off on anyhow.

me, a pump organ and a belly full of wine, mac'n'cheese, and kielbasa. hm.

after a rather long day of playing music at the Newton Farmer's Market with Old Friends Farm, I found this little journal entry in an old notebook and sang it simple. tada.

here's an extra ditty machine. the debut of the crank-o-chord melOdi-izer.

well, my feet have fallen off my ankles

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just played a really great rusty belle show in brattleboro with kate.  Shy Town and Wooden Dinosaur played too. 
such good fun.

was recorded on  a phone last night in the kitchen of my cousin.  Hopefully I'll get it up here soon.

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and yet another attempt at forcing the hand . . .

lyrics.
the calm you call your own has broken
but the hands that did it now lay dumb
and the help you cried for has now spoken
but the thing you needed didn't come it didn't come


the facts are never near to answers
those who claim to know are fools
the world is full of fate and chances
the beauty of a broken rule a broken rule


better learn to suffer slowly
better learn to love the lonely
better learn to open up your heart
better lay down with the lions
better show them that you're trying
better learn to open up your heart