All The Things That I Will Give To You
Love and happiness to us all, every one.
Bless you my brothers and sisters, and bless the spirits that have taken me to a new mind with which I seem to be able to correspond more regularly from this digital plateau, here in this too-bright place.
Wanted to share this brand new song I just wrote yesterday. I am currently involved with Tony Doling and Todd Greene - from the band Bulb - on a new project. We have formed a band called Drone, and we are recording a project currently known as Honeycom(b)a.
I have been collaborating with Todd, sending him odd bits of lyrics every morning - nearly.
Resuming this discipline has really focused the songwriting and yesterday this cool new one arrived. This piece is much more straight Joe Nolan, and will surely make the cut on my next collection (we'll see).
All The Things I'll Give To You
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These songs will soon be available for downloading, so stay tuned.
Love,
Joe Nolan
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2 Comments:
There's something in the air! Creative juices flowing! My poem:
These are the eyes that once took me home—
eyes that have been emptied of their joy,
cracked and spilt like soft-boiled eggs
when all the yellow life-goo runs down the side
dripping sticky to the woodwork of the table.
How hard I have tried to scrub that spot clean!
Are these not the eyes that once
flashed dark to me with piercing secrets?
Eyes now blank like a junkie’s,
eyes that can no longer meet mine
eyes that have lost their darkness
but were not replaced by light
Your eyes are now the eyes of road-kill:
bulging, vacant, dead raccoon eyes
of someone who has not slept and will not sleep again.
“There is no rest for the wicked,” Isaiah says, and you know.
These are the eyes that could never ask for forgiveness,
for behind them, the brain is cloudy
and there is a chance it might storm.
I could look into the eyes of anyone but you,
For forgiving you is my white whale
Oh Joe, you are just another slacker from Michigan. Hope you are having a good time in Nash-Vegas. Hit me back sometime.
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