moondog

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Listening experience

I’m making this recorded object to allow my self the safe space to observe, absorb and exist as me. With the autonomy to think critically. Holistically. Simply. moondog is here to allow space for my self (the listener) to entertain the pit of despair as it inevitably manifests in real-time without being asked to compromise my immediate safety. I’m simply listening to the object that is the song. I don’t need to experience these things for the first time, anymore. I can experience, grow and move forward. moondog allows me the space to entertain the ongoing evolution of holistic facts, inclusive of sensations, emotions, activated values, associated reactions & responses, etc. To meet triggered events with grace, impacted relationships with kindness, & self-loathing with intentionality. I am alive here, now with the responsibility to show up as me and accept the facts. So. Each of these songs is a package of resources, grounding tools, and inspiration that recenters my self in the present moment rooted in my core values. As I continue bringing this project to life I’ll be detailing my acknowledgements and credits, as well as diving into the overall ‘hit or miss’ through the lens of culture, inclusion, + collaboration. We’ll take it from there.

A

Forward (over easy frying pan)

ironical

Hovering Over The Honey Tree

Sally Somewhere

pickeTours

sit, stay.

Got News?

B

Situationship

Lessons in Smoked Puree

Howdy!

the shining

SCARY SCIENCE

Interlude (dear riley)

Sasha Cave (IAWOUSTMS)

Open, Sesame!

Forward (ever easy frying pan)

hmmm last night I started to accept it might not matter if we ever align… would someone you love pick a fight? What if there’s nothing to prove or spite…? 

So when along the way rumors speak of a Lupine Lady anticipating (angry) she picked a path and hit the road. Left the person who said “I told you so.”

Alone, she walked to the water, tried to change the weather. Looked to the sky, a sucker for a sign. And in that moment, in that moment, she grieved. In that moment, renewed afflictions she weeped.

Succumbing to sunshine 3 days later her heart was better but she forgot to pack a sweater. Head in the clouds, she started to sing “la da da… la da da da da” and it’s confirmed she’s kinda qu(we)’re under the pool table. Whispers to the sky “we’re bending lullabies“ and in this moment, submitted her studies, she‘s free. In this moment, release in the moment, can be. 

Together we can groove by the sea spray. Weather’s gonna weather. Embrace the sky. Luna’s leaping high! In this moment, release in the moment. Prototype a smile… I think I’ll stay a little while. And in this moment, in this moment, we… are. 

…oh fuck.

2. ironical

oh fuck I think that means I miss pretending, because my calculations are correct. Yep, that’s right, I said I did math.

But rivers that flooded my eyes with despising disguising our love… oh.

I couldn’t sleep not knowing my eternal certainty. My heart’s been wasting its engine on me. One day, I dusted off the dirt, made sure to weave a web, so I could follow you… ew. The devil’s breath isn’t amine, but he showed up at my door, wiping my dignity on the floor. But, he’s never mopped before (loophole in the cycle).

Fluorescents reflect off my soul pulping fiction through my veins. Caffeine couldn’t hide or stay a week away… or a day from me.

Now: ow.

We met in a landslide where the animals arrived. The crows they flew solo but flew so low they collided down. Quicksand groped our forces down, poisoned stolen forces…

3. Hovering over the honey tree ☔️C# 4/4

I don’t really know how this came up again 

but here we are my dear 

28 years now (for some time now.)

I’m scared as shit!

 A-po-ca-ly-ptic! 

And this blue sky… I am hard not to allow.

Alas, my dear, 

here we are, 

the clouds are rolling in 

our blue sky fever situation 

is drenched in showers of gin. 

Fingers locked, I can sit back relax, 

black hole alley ways are simply  

evergreen nights. 

Alright, I’m alright,  (fuck you very much with a smile).

I don’t know how this came up 

but frankly I dont give a damn anymore. 

My dear, our situation 

might not need repair. 

Being here is tough, 

apparently so are we 

somehow (are) 

dancing in these glitter streets. 

4. Sally Somewhere: 3/4 Bbm

Nights where 

she walked the shore-ly 

she stood on, 

rocks in her hand,

 lifting her head, 

hardly feeling… 

Deliberately follows her home bound, 

opens her drawer in a month, 

curses the sea and the sand and the shell 

and the rock that told her - 

surely she wasn’t afraid of the waves, 

washing away the prints of her past. 

She turned to look, but how can a shell see 

beyond what once burned?

Already a shell, exoskel-, 

but I think I might actually like myself now, 

how about that?

5. pickeTours s Dm 4/4

Meet me in the hallway 

where the shadows fall. Mmmm. 

Whisper secrets in these white walls, 

well, we’re rollin rollin down the floor, 

cross the room and shut the door 

well he steps right through those gates of hell.

His father didn’t teach him well. 

Come down to the trenches every Thursday night, mmmm. 

Preacher man is calling you

to see through bright eyes, well, 

come with me and we’ll do what’s good, 

You don’t know that’s where he stood, 

with desperation tiered above 

mounts of longing deep red love. 

Yea, we’re rolling rolling down the floor. 

Cross the room and shut the door, yea he steps right through those gates of hell… 

his father didn’t teach him well. 

Mmmmmmmm and I will seize your strain. I already share your pain. I seized your strain. I am desperate to undo your pain. Mmmm. 

Yea, we’re rolling rolling down the floor. 

Cross the room and shut the door, 

yea he steps right through those gates of hell… 

his father didn’t teach him

6. sit, stay. F#

F# C# G# A# | F# C# G# F# | CHORUS F# C# F# C# 

Don’t Cha know baby, 

it’s not enough singing 

their rhymes right here. 

Time keeps a’ rolling and life 

and you know it could disappear. 

Until you stop 

and you hear 

your love songs 

near, 

clocks run away 

and the butterfly goes 

but for now we’re here. 

Don’tcha know 

sometimes the cat’s out the bag 

but it’s lost in the night. 

Oceans with potions of love and devotion can never die. 

Until I stop 

and I hear 

my love songs 

near 

clocks run away 

and the firefly goes 

but for now we’re here. 

For now we’re here. 

Don’t Cha know baby it’s not enough to save me

Your footprint’s here

Time keeps a rollin

And life as we know it

Could disappear 

And so we stop

Because we hear

Our love songs here… I think

I’m starting to clock

Every rose with its thorn

Still Makin scents. 

Some things make sense here, today. 


So, stay.

7. Got News? A 4/4

Honey, come over. 

I’ve got news for you. 

Some good and some bad, 

some how do you do. 

You see I’m workin 

oh I’m working 

to get my self there, 

but it’s deeper and deeper 

to where I don’t really care. 

Well honey, come over, 

I’ve got news for you. 

Some good, some bad, 

some how do you do. 

You see the last one, 

oh the last one, 

we were desperate to know-one couldn’t have known 

you were doin your best, 

you’re enough 

and not alone. 


Honey, come over, 

I’ve got news for you - 

I’m just as AIMLESS 

so go and do you. 

Wherever I’m going, 

I (think) might live like this: 

eyes wide, 

intuitive pride 

to value my kiss. 

honey… honey… 

Honey, I’m not coming back. I don’t need you. I know that you know that I know we’re free now. 

8. Situationship C#m  

Well I never was one 

for hiding 

from you 

and I 

never was one 

amused, 

but time’s 

playing their game 

on us. 

I’ve been 

thinking about it for a long time now… 

oops did I say that loud? 

Leap of leaps 

branding the days with the _ and the me, 

Their crazy eyes were 

runnin round town for a little while. 

Their lazy smile 

was enough to grab me for a little while. 


Thoughts that 

put on some pants and lay some lipstick on 

turn into speeches run way too long, 

branding the days with the _ and the me, 

buckle up a few years, 

at your core you’ve got this. 

Shout out to Maximus!? 

They groomed our irises 

boomerang the shoulds a little while, 

good luck makeup 

the queens still won’t bow… 


Well seasons may change, 

but every time of year it’s the same damn thing, 

runnin round the corner just a’ callin’ my name, 

don’tcha know baby I’m still the same! 

Your crazy eyes are 

runnin round town for a little while, 

your lazy smile is humanity enough. 

I’ve got valid demands, 

velvet ribbons! 

Two turtle doves livin in the Midwest 

unrestin their bones 

till they’re flyin solo. 

Words flow, 

but what’s in a word, 

when’s it a name? 

Is the branding the same?

9. lessons in smoked purée Bb freeflow - no time. Instruments play around me - I’m immersed in my own a cappella 

10. Howdy! A 4/4

Oh, my better half may be without me, 

in the sea between us, 

but I am not as lonely 

as they say that I should be. 

The river between us is more a swamp, 

I was told that you’d be there, 

a backpack, an old cap and ginger hair… 

you told me you would be there. 

Oh, my better half may be without me, 

in the sea between us, 

but I am not as lonely 

as they say that I should be. 

The river between us 

appears clean, 

crystal clear to all who see, 

but they and me who the river is for 

are blind to who the other adores. 

Oh, my better half may be without me, 

sesame seeds betwee-een us  

So pack up my backpack and hit the road, 

that’s the best that I have done… (I’m done)

The river between us will clear in time, 

I’ll be yours and you’ll be mine. 

The river between us will clear in t-I’m mine.

I’ll be mine, 

and we’ll 

be. 

11. the shining (swing low, sweet caroline) B

Swing low, sweet Caroline, 

let sunshine fall on her shoulder. 

Slow down, she’s got some time, 

what if her kid barely knows her? 

Midnight blankets the stars above her 

calling her name but she sits there by the fire, 

through the dust is an old unopened letter 

she forgot about 

because I still haven’t packed  that sweater for her…

Swing low, sweet Caroline, 

I’m opening up my mind 

so my eyes can brighten up and see the hopscotch 

there on the sidewalk next to all the frisbees in the trees. 

Caroline, we don’t need that to be happy. 

If I whip the puzzle out, can we enjoy this February? 

We don’t need much… and we’ve got this ukulele. 

My cheeks are rosy now (because) I’m singing along. 

Singing along. 

Caroline, 

stop. 

Because when I look around, 

life is passing by our shit. 

And the times we dance around, life is good. 

And When we laugh around, life is good. 

Swing low, sweet Caroline, let sunshine fall on her shoulder. 

Slow down, sweet Caroline. 

though life throws trash around, at your core you’re still…

12. SCARY SCIENCE B

Science scared me, 

so when that priest 

who taught bio 

backtracked with a wink, 

paused a breath, 

and exhaled 

“every inch with hair…” 

his eyes were yo-yos 

smirking with a little too much glee 

(no one asked me), 

gesticulating 

a big, fat billboard of “you know? I’m just saying.”

How does math work out 

when entitlement 

is the multiplication of our good souls 

and external amnesty? 

I’m trying to be nice to myself now, 

history’s simply data. 

I’m still the same, 

you are too. 

And weather’s gonna weather, anyway. 

So I can pick a spot, lay my blanket, 

T A K E 

U P 

S P A C E ! 

Not move out of my way 

when your lack of spatial awareness… 

it’s atomic . 

13. Interlude (Dear Riley) A

Dear Riley,  I’m reading into this… 

is more a reflection of me… probably. 

But I’ve been thinking 

about someone 

who’d love you 

like I did. 

Now, I wonder 

if it was true. 

Dear Riley, 

on the off chance 

you hear this, 

Fear drove me crazy… and I still truly hope you’re alright 

There’s a star in the sky 

!Burning bright as your eyes… 


but tonight, 

you’re just in my mind. 

• I’m a fucking liar

Now that I think about it, I absolutely lied to my self 

And effectively everyone else around me

Especially to you…

I’m a liar.

I absolutely lied to myself 

So lied to you too

I’m a fucking liar

14. Sasha Cave (IAWOUSTMS) B

Pillow, 

whispers break free 

from sighs 

disguising me from you. 

I miss you, 

turns out you were selectively reporting the news 

with the way that you dance to 

your whistling out of tune. 

And I…. I… 

Almost each 

time I close my eyes, 

sparks fly. 

But spiraling dies. 

And I… I… 

Sharp is the bite of a stormy winter’s forgotten summer glow, 

and lost are the footsteps of the ones who lived 

who fought beneath the snow. 

Forever the vine growing up the ladder 

wraps around the truth 

of the story of the ones of the storm the windfall, 

reminding me of you. 

Sharp is the bite of a stormy winter’s forgotten summer glow, 

and lost are the footsteps of the ones who lived 

who fought beneath the snow. 

Sharp is the bite of a stormy winter’s 

forgotten summer glow, 

and lost are the footsteps of the ones who lived who fought… 

…beneath 

the 

snow. 

For time forever flies 

even when it’s 

standing 

still. 

I’m here with you. 

15. Open, Sesame.

Barbed wire in the back yard. 

All the greenery she planted, 

buried deep in the soil 

lock and key, knee deep, 

aggressively preserving his rebranded ancestry 

when salt water sprayed across our shades. 

Approximately three thousand six hundred and fifty days. 

We’re a little bit bruised, 

but mostly I’m still really, really scared 

of the hallway tucked behind the cafeteria 

at the academy 

metaphorically, 

I wish desperately, 

but it’s not, 

and that’s that. 

Until back seat, 

parking lot 

you and me 

making out, 

light falls, 

I see moonspots. 

So not as an over complicated, activated, a little egotistical coping mechanism, smoke the shoulds 

and I intentionally 

as me 

am 

me. 

And just like that…