Casey Hallas Art

Glitchmas

Glitchmas Glyphs:

Glitchmas is Served

Glitch until you itch.
Glitch until you don’t.

GLITCHMAS
Time to Think
Outside the Box

Glitchmas Gift: You Show Up

Pend Oreille

Highway 95.
4 by 4 is on.
The biggest lake, mama, in Idaho.

Don’t want to say it wrong.
Your waters quietly sun-bleach
the sunken trees and submarines.

Yet I dare not say your name –
Pend Oreille, Pend Oreille

Of you I said I’m fond –
Before I moved out West.
A bird of death now drawn
Forever on your breast.

I look into your eyes –
The bottom of my steps;
I cannot catch my breath,
I cannot say it back.

Yet I dare not say her name –
Pend Oreille, Pend Oreille

I said goodbye to Sam
Gone back to Oklohell.
Montana on my mind –
Shooting ne’er-do-wells.

Pend Oreille
I ask your name.
In waves of gravity
My body falls away,
My body falls away.

Yet I dare not say your name
Pend Oreille, Pend Oreille

Mr. Owl VIA Mixes

Mr. Owl asked me to make a mix from his beat tape.

VJ Mix from travel videos with Mr. Owl soundtrack – this is the original.

One Foot in the Universe

Bumpy road to write upon,
Highway stretches on and on;
All the clouds that show the rain;
At the side of the road, a blood stain.
Broken yellow line for passing;
Concrete highway everlasting;

Red light, taillight, line of cars;
Road a mess of cracks and tar;
Oh the sound of falling water;
On the road to see my father.

Sometimes you get by,
Sometimes you can buy,
Somehow you get by

We stripped the world of earth and wood;
We cut the rock, we cut the lathe;
You take the bad, you take the good;
You take them both and there you have.

Sometimes you get by,
Sometimes you can buy,
Somehow you get by

One foot in the universe,
One foot, one;
One foot in the universe.

Moon With a View

I got a place I live on the moon
Don’t have to chill with any you fools;
Grow my own crops in special made pods;
I got sanctioned to grow my plantation from God.

I like it here, it looks like it may be
getting crowded down there.
I like it here, it looks like it may be
getting crowded down there.

Just me and my wifey, the little boy’s fixed;
No ethics to ponder when there ain’t any kicks.
Big as the sky, you’re waving me down;
I’m out on the moon putting seeds in the ground.

Give it all, give it all to the third world;
Looks like it may be crowded down there.
Give it all, give it all to the third world;
Looks like it may be crowded down there.

Two thousand one martians are short;
Little boy blue genetics cold sore.
Sentenced to die drowning in hate;
It’s just me here and you’re on the moon.

Oceans will rise, activists limp;
Born overboard, born in the end.
Sentenced to die drowning in hate;
It’s just me here and you’re on the moon.

Keep my luggage in a crater, dude