Mango Sticky Rice
Test, Arizona – The Spider
Flagstaff
The Spider (Test 2.18.14) from Itco Presents on Vimeo.
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
Casey Hallas w/ Human BC
First Friday in Flagstaff
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.
No Requests: A Dance/Listening Party
world premiere of The Spider
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