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@tooantuh
I work for Facebook, and we just had our mid cycle review. This can be a really stressful time. For most people it absolutely is. Used the last few days as a way to sort of exercise that demon, and re-center myself. The result is this little diddy. No words yet. A good friend of mine is flying in from Austin this month, and I’m going to have her sing a duet with me over it. Should be nice. Anywho, if I even have any followers anymore, here’s a taste:
MidCycle
Three waves splash a rock They're not waves they're a shoal Its not a rock it's a cliff It's not a cliff it's an island
This island's a ship We're the hairs on its mole and we are taking a trip and this sea will unfold
But it all disappears We were all never there I take the thoughts from my mind I squeeze them all out my ears
I'm not alive I am dead I am dead and I'm cold You are the warmth in my mind Without you I'm not whole
It's all a little hazy How did I get where I am I closed my eyes for a second now we're all codependent
It's all a little mundane I used to ride all those waves cresting so high in the night falling too deep in the day
But the trenches they rose The deep became null and I merged with the fauna I was finally whole
No more troughs and no peaks A flatline; relief One ego below my old body It seeps.
Took years off of creativity. Spent today doing what I used to do. A ‘write whatever and record it’ session.
https://soundcloud.com/tooantuh/white-smoked-hands
https://soundcloud.com/tooantuh/white-smoke-hands
HAPPY BIRTHDAY ANDREA GREGORY!!!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, @andreagregory
https://soundcloud.com/tooantuh/white-smoke-hands-no-bass-keys-or-drums-yet
Brainstorming CD face art concepts for the •Yesterday, Today EP• and came up with this. Not sure if I'll stick with it, but it's a good start. The sleeve back is the only thing left. Then I'll have high quality scans done and the printing begins.. :) Ships out August 1st Pre-order here: Kingfelixsdream.bandcamp.com/album/yesterday-today
4 track album
First studio album in Tooantuh's history is done! Have a listen! Have some art! Run away with all 4 songs and all four pieces of art for $3! or just listen! Before I go there are some peepees to acknowledge and thank: -A special thanks to Morgan Spenceley for his tambourine work on The Canopy and his exceptional bass work on El Gusto es Mio. -A special thanks to Liz Resnick for lending her phenomenal voice to both The Canopy and, especially, Ragnarok Blues AND for doing so on such short notice. -A special thanks to Austin Matherne (of Vetter Kids) for lending his drums and talent in some capacity to each of the four tracks. -A very very special thanks to Brennan Ruiz for sound engineering, mixing, mastering, his time, and-most of all-for the opportunity. Thanks for using your mental spatula to scrape my beaten & carboned carcass off the ol' frying pan after three years of musical limbo. You're all beautiful.
Song: Ragnarok Blues Liner note / lyric art
The Process Track 2: The Canopy //|\\ EP: Yesterday, Today
My new sounds:
There is sunshine in moonlight There is sea breeze in the Moon's smile There is day break in high tide There's passage on this riptide And I will know I am home When this current scatters all of my bone And these memories will all sigh Out of my powdered dome As the gust goes My fingers trace an outline My feet hang from the topside The gust goes from the hole I made And the world flows, while I flow And I will know I'm home When the estuary binds me to mine Where we'll never get drunk on wine And the grapes grow from between my toes As the gust goes
I want original muddy waters and hashmir and the pillars of love at the top now... Or I'm coming for a visit
I'll make it happen after you come for a visit
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NOOOOOO!!!!!!! GET OUT OF HERE!
Whoa at Downtown Austin
rough draft///// It's cold There're blankets in the shed Our bones Are screaming in our heads Should we wiggle-wake these toes and slide across the icy floor Venture outside, Wrap ourselves in animal hides Let's go Where the little furnace glows In the eye of the hemlock Where no one dreams; Fossils grow In tree rings and sediment lines. We'll live as the frostbite We'll laugh at the moonlight We'll love as the mantle Tonight. I can't sleep No, I can't sleep! Let's can't sleep together