ANDREW IS MUSIC

This was a big experiment with timing/groove changes and a pile of records.

Another one from when I was 17 and and mixed my drums way loud to hide my voice - though I like the song itself a lot.

Saxophone by Sean Gillis.

i’m waiting forever
awake when i’m better
alive when everybody’s not
i’m open to silence

decreed by the master
believed by the laughter
between the cracks below the ground
destroyed by a comet

unspoken, maimed by the broken
you’re the most beautiful fragment of beauty that i’ve ever loved

entranced in the rhythm
without indecision
within the dead nocturnal realm
engaged in destruction

untangled, crushed by the mangled
beauty was smashed to a million pieces, now which one are you?

the sound of the crack
echoed by the bazillion walls
around through the back
fragmented as through shards i crawl

return of the leaders
divided by winters
distrust the magistrates of hate
rekindled the fire

undaunted, scared by the haunted
fragments of beauty all strewn across heaven, now i must find you
a fragment of yourself

Alternate versions:
PENT UP
CIRCLE

i wouldn’t act so high and lofty, but a letter better try and stop me
no scissor tongue dry, no dropped knees
this guy can talk me into a circle or a cube

and i’ve really come now to dread this
run ’round like a caged bird headless
no exits, but a bit of bed, thrift store style, never get this done
pent up repentance unspent, independence and pensions in pens
and i don’t mean ink writ boldly, talking ’bout a cold bit of poultry
and the cuckold is up there, and he’s down here, and he’s somewhere else
and the answer is one prayer, but the guns blare, and you can’t unshare shells
this guy can talk me into a circle or a cube

so sick lava, level a valium in minimal stance
and make chance advances, st. francis style
i’m a preach to the birds, take one home with a nice set of words
and the doxy is up there, and she’s down here, and she’s somewhere else
and the answer is one right, when you come bright ’cause you can’t unlight hell
this guy can talk me into a circle or a cube

Co-production and saxophones by Mantikore and Rambler.

Remember to drop by Supermarket (268 Augusta) for a free show if you’re in Toronto this coming Tuesday evening. That’s May 13, and I’m doing a Songs To Wear Pants To set, and playing some rewired hymns, plus two films that I scored are being screened. Mad good times for everybody. See you there!

Really couldn’t think of a title for this… It should probably be something to do with computers…

i ticked you off, and what are the odds of that?
cannons and armies and dice lie across the map
quickly concede victory
the deed dripfeeds the wound
kiss me oh please

can i make it up
can i make it up to you again

we dance around issues of magazines
your hair’s wet from showering
you wear your rags of jeans
baby, you asked
i freed the mask from this cheek
now you’re expecting a plea

well can i make it up
can i make it up
can i make it up to you again

on a new day with nothing to say
but all the good goodbyes my money can buy me

can i make it up
can i make it up
there’s no use breaking up
can i make it up to you again

Alternate versions: ROMANCE (BAY STREET)

we love like love’s real
we love like love’s right

we love like love’s good
we love like love’s new
we love like love’s live
we love like love’s here
we love like love’s hot
we love like love wins
we love like love’s sure
we love like love’s ours

we sat in the ifs ands & cigarette butts
dead leaves loose screws & gravel
i tried to start a freestyle battle
climbing up a scaffold on bay street
laughing at the maybe-so’s

we were better than a heartbeat
we were better than the clouds in the sky
we had a great book and a great dress
we had it all

we love we love we love we love

we love like love’s real
we love like love’s right