Just Left of Nowhere

…and everything in between, lies the heart of fruition and the courage to be seen.

Falling Man

Falling Man

I often become the falling man; a silhouette that plummets into a place unknown, without choice, without volition.

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That’s how it goes. That’s how it is. That’s who we are.

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A single stitch in time, and a world devoid of rhyme.

An answer to a very old question, and to lay in waiting is the most painful indeed.

Rock on Forever!

Blabpipe

 

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Hall

…and what lies beneath, on the surrounding walls and finally, finally… at the end.

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There was a time when it didn’t matter, but that time has sifted its way around us. It matters. It is relevant.

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Every step. Every footfall matters. The sounds echo down the hall.

 

Rock on you lonely hall!

-Blabpipe

 

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Fold Me

…then hold me …under again.

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Let’s begin again; we’ll start with this:

 

Prison fights overnight

Leaving you to understand

Traffic lights who is right

Leaving you to understand

And I fly on a wing and a prayer

And I try forget all that is there

Prison fights overnight

Who was right

Leaving you to understand

If you fold me

Hold me under again

Faded roses off the vine

You keep yours and I’ll burn mine

Snapshots yellowed over time

Chill the glass that’s left behind

And I fly on a wing and a prayer

And I try forget all that is there

Faded roses off the vine

You keep yours and I’ll burn mine

If you fold me

Hold me under again

 

 

-Blabpipe

 

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Bring It Back

Imagine a time where music is still young and vibrant… oh what a dream, like visiting the early 80’s all over again.

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Still shot from a new video – Fold Me

I’ve always seen the world how it could be, while constantly (and rudely) being reminded of how it really is.

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Step it up young grasshopper! Thump it on the bass one more time.

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It could all be brought back… just get the lame duck industry out of the way, that’s all I ask.

 

Rock on Indie Bands!

-Blabpipe

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Off The Vine

…you keep yours, and I’ll burn mine.

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These words that are spoken in earnest, and devoid of any malice.  I care not for that which came before. I tread ever so lightly into the dawn, eyes open and heavy of heart.

Once broken from the vine, all at once dark and withering. If you fold me, hold me under again.

Fold Me

Prison fights overnight
Leaving you to understand
Traffic lights who is right
Leaving you to understand

And I fly on a wing and a prayer
And I try forget all that is there

Prison fights overnight
Who was right
Leaving you to understand

If you fold me
Hold me under again

Faded roses off the vine
You keep yours and I’ll burn mine
Snapshots yellowed over time
Chill the glass that’s left behind

And I fly on a wing and a prayer
And I try forget all that is there

Faded roses off the vine
You keep yours and I’ll burn mine

If you fold me
Hold me under again

-Blabpipe

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All That Defines Us

…must surely bind us, and usher us with great certainty along our way.

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Like cattle I suppose. Led innocently down the path, drift haughtily along the dream, visit among ourselves, make ineffectual plans and stare deftly through the dust covered glass into a future that can never be. It’s almost comical really.

 

Face to the Wall

 

A painter, and a poet once sat in a coffee shop and debated the merits of what should be. I imagine the conversation would have been served up better with the topic of what will be, but that’s the price of youth; always more in focus long after the fact.

 

The falling man hangs in the balance as I lie comfortably in my chair; unable to do more than gaze doggedly in silence. Thoughts that were once held in warmth and comfort are now quickly iced over, and served openly as a motionless horror.

All that you see before you was written long ago. The lava will eventually cool. It will bring forth with it a new day, speaking to no one in a tongue that will remain frozen. I can see it now; it’s the writing on the wall.

 

Rock on wall!

-Blabpipe

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Smoke Lingers Around Your Fingers

…and you think they’re sad because you’re leaving? But did you see jealousy in the eyes of those you had to leave behind?

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I doubt it will be as before, but at times like these even a splinter can seem nirvana. Spring is here and while the bitter cold bites my exposed skin, the snow lies quietly on the lawn before me. Why does the snow have to lie before me? Be honest snow, just be honest.

 

The days go by without number.

Rock on people!

-Blabpipe

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