Its like the closer I get to you
the further I get from me

Why, why does it have to be
why why why cant I be free
free and trapped in you and me
set that paradox free

is it so wrong to say
I would gladly dive inside of you
is there some kind of trick to this


I wonder, I wonder, I wonder, I wonder
time evades me,  I dont slumber


where did you come from?
when are you going?
how much of you
am I capable of knowing?

I suppose I could ask
the same of myself
its like the closer I get to me
the further away you seem

From a paper im writing

"

I recall a riddle heard in passing: if it were possible to do so, what would it mean to go to a doctor once a week and have a piece of your brain replaced with a synthetic functioning copy? If the procedure were done while you were conscious, and you repeated this process until no organic matter remained in your brain, when would you stop being you? The concept of the posthuman, an identity which transcends definition, a mind which transcends age, is a fundamental shift in our culture which technology is moving us towards at a rate we do not fully control. It is for this reason that we ought to at least be aware of its inevitability, so that the political will exists to make our reaction to these changes as reasoned as possible. "

another here and now one

"
how can I reach out
when nobody seems to
how can I reach out
when nobody seems to

Heres the truth
Im sentimental
Heres the truth
Ive loved you always
"
What do you want to take from me
I'd gladly walk until you found me

What sort of totem would this make me
when do the signs become the love, free

Have you ever wondered freely
about the times when love was hidden

Games and hiding
undeciding
but to feel it freely
what more is there, really?

Heres the truth
I've loved you always
Heres the truth
I need the pathways

that we're making
still frustrating
but perfect, imperfect
just not stuck waiting

Urgency, urgently
pulling, trading
feelings of reeling
fading, frustrating

The only thing
theres left to say
is loving this moment
is here to stay

just now, just today

"
sometimes when I accept you
my mind, it kind of takes
the long way round by saying
"you'll make your own mistakes"

what is the meaning of
what is the meaning of
what is the meaning of meaning, of meaning

sometimes when I am writing
the words fall fast and smooth
except when i'm not drinking
except, that not the truth

when we were singing of
times when the thinking love
brought meaning to the feeling, reeling

sometimes the times slip past me
sometimes where did they go
sometimes oh shit im dying
sometimes just let it go

what is the meaning of
what is the meaning of
what is the meaning of meaning, of meaning

when we were singing of
times when the thinking love
brought meaning to the feeling, reeling
"

Spur of the moment

"
God damn I cant stand
a pretty lady like you

you make me worry
about the things that I do


I'm fine when im not thinking about whatever you think about
about what you saw and how you felt when I...


You know I cant take
these goddamn moments

Counting heartbeats, racing flowcharts
through my head of what you said


and what does it mean and what can I say to that, just
what I see and how I feel when I...


God damn I will chase
every speck of you

Its not the way that I am
its just a thing that I do

God damn I will love
the fuck out of you

not just the way that I am
I am these things that I do

"

This was from just now.

"
When its hidden in reverb
Do you let it go?

Cause livin like this is bad for you
thats what I keep gettin told

Im wandering, wondering, glad to be
wandering, wondering, glad to be

Glad to be moving towards you
glad to be moving towards you

glad to be moving towards you
glad I'll never quite get there.

And if I hid it in reverb
would you let it sneak in?

Cause givin this love is hard to do
thats what makes me feel old

Cause when im wandering, pondering, tryin to
Give you the space I make use of to

To sit and think about times when I
would wonder no longer, I would just try

Statues of you, every day
Monuments to this moment, here to stay
"

Another one, it was the next page in my notebook. Cant remember the context for this one, either.

"
Are you tender?
cause I get sentimental
Are you tender?

Are you tender
Cause ive got things to tell you
Are you tender?

Its a little sad,
how distracted I get
by experiences I've had
Tender lovers don't forget

how much pain do you take
take on to trade someday

to

trade for this love
tender love, sentimental love.

Not sure when this is from

"
when it feels good,
you know
you know, it feels real good

and when its bad, we dont talk about that.
you and I wont speak of the deal we made


to cry out in joy, it requires a trade.

so catharsis, I guess, is a feeling you get
when it feels bad, you know
you know, it feels real bad

but you remember the deal, the plan, the trade
and embrace wihtout fear
cause the dark makes the brave.

You know you've got me walkin circles,
got me actin broody

Tryin to remind myself
theres more to life than beauty.

its makes me nervous that I love you
weak and silly like a child

it makes me nervous that I love you so
weak and silly like a child

what can be said, what is more plain
as simple as...

it makes me nervous that I worry so
weak and silly like a child!

Same batch.

"
Would I be ok
if you cast me away

what would it mean
when you cast me away

what would it mean, if
I would remain ok?

one minute I'm a quiet child
begging you to shake me

and yet sometimes I get so riled
Imploring you to break me!

maybe you dont care who
ends up loving you tonight

but I do, and its you
its a win-win for you, im sure

And where does that leave me
to be more free, it seems, than me
"

That last one and this one were written one night on a field with some hippies in victoria.

"
Is it hedonism?

is it a kind of peace

Is it carelessness

is it a safe place?


Am I in love with you
what am I in love with
when you go,

when I make you go.

Its a strange place there,
such a strange thing to say

I can will you to leave
but not to stay.

I said "dont fear your questions"
or its something I would say

but how can I make you leave
but no force can make you stay?

Isnt it strange, or is it strange.
this part of me is stuck that way.

Another one!

"
Empty eyes, you've got

empty eyes.

you've told me what you
think about people and things
but you've got

Empty eyes, you've got
empty eyes.

I am a child, that much is
clear, clear, clear

But you've got empty eyes
the kind that children fear.

Wrote this last night

"
yes, theres still that child in me.

yes, he still wants to walk to your room

through the snow

along the highway


yes, theres still that child in me,

but some days he feels a little tired.


he remembers reaching out and feeling it

he remembers you.


all of you, each of you,

every haphazard happenstance

every makeshift romance


and he still wants to walk to your room

to throw snowballs at your window

hoping your parents dont wake up

but hoping that you do
"

wrote this while practising Sleuth songs

"
I wanted a life

so I hitched on to yours

I wanted a life

so I hitched a ride on to yours

I wanted a new life

but I wanted yours more

so I hitched a ride on to yours

but you couldnt carry much more

it was too much to support, oh oh oh

how could you carry us both, oh oh

it was too much to support, oh oh oh.
"

Same weekend, more thoughts

"
Let me ask you a question
are you afraid to ask
a question, of me
like, "do you ever wonder
about the way things would be
if we had, another
set of circumstances
If we took our chances
chasing glances
asking strangers with promising faces
questions about alternate lifestyles and places, like,
"do you ever wonder..."

Another one from the same as the others! I think I wrote this one the day after.

"
Did I like you better
when we were walking over
to meet you
to see you

Cause when I'm walking
with your songs in tow
Its so soothing
I'm not intruding

And when we're standing
sometimes the doubts arise
How do I share it
when I can hardly bear it
on my own

This is just the way it goes
and so, and so, and so it goes.

My thoughts are clearer in this prose,
in this prose, in this prose

But can it compare to your effortless pose
in spite of, but heightened, by your choice of clothes

I like you both better
when I spend time with each of you.
"

more from that thing

"
Love is something I never deserve
Its better that way. Ill just build up the nerve
to earn it, be worth it, be perfect, but is it
the path I should walk on, or is it a problem
to think to deserve it is how it should be
or maybe there is something intrinsically
contingent on love being impossibly free

Its absurd
Beyond words
to feel this alive
theres something about it which cannot be contrived

yeah, something about it which I still cant describe.
"

same batch as before!

"
Its not that I hate you,
But I do, and I dont
and I do and I dont

Im compelled by things
and by things I mean you
and the things that compel you
which compel me too.

I'm compelled to ask you "why"
about a whole lot of things
like why is it messy when I try and sing
It seems easy for you, the way you take everything
inside me thats waiting and waiting to be born
did you reach down inside me? cause now I feel torn
"

blah blah blah Sleuth show blah blah

"
Baby, Ive got soul

I just know I Do
cause when I should be sleeping

Im writing songs about you.

Baby, I've got soul

Thats a guaranteed bet
cause I'm writing bout a Lady
That I havent met yet
"

Another one from the thing with the thing

"
If pain is
weakness
leaving the body

why dont I feel
stronger
now that youve left me.

If my best days are ahead
and today feels this good
Then there a future version of me
and hes smiling down at me.

Sometimes it feels so good
I can hardly bear to look
at you
cause drinking this feeling
Is more than I can do

yes, drinking this feeling
is simply too much to

Bear with me as I compose myself

Cause the thought of your face discerning me

You're charming, You've charmed me
I was starving myself
dishevelled, I struggled
Is it effortless for you?
If not, I am caught
cant hide it, its all you.
"

Yet another one from that concert

"
My love for you is like
a setlist on the floor

It guided me along
I do not need it anymore

I was using you, you know,
to help establish order

But the songs you used to feed me
confiscated at the border

Between your heart and my my mind,
you'll find,
a wall, made by me, of me,
for you.

This song for me is like
a puppet or a corpse

or something else uncanny
its familiar, but its worse

But when the moment's gone
You can have this dancing shadow

sewn together just for you
written lightly, sung loudly, flawed constantly,
a monument to you.
"

I (also) wrote this one at the Sleuth concert in vancouver.

"
what does it sound like?

It sounds like that time
when she was there
and everything worked
And I cant say why

no I cant say why
I cant say why
Cause the one time I tried
I felt barely alive

Im not supposed to know why
or it seem that way, cause
Its like I killed it, it died.

would you enjoy the dream

if you could tell what it means?

I mean, you felt like one,
a dream, I mean.

Its so much better
goddamn it so much
so much better
     Shapes, not letters
     Shapes, not letters
     shapes not letters
     I love you!
"

This one is also uncategorised from said notebook.

"
Trading notebooks

do you remember?

You hit me so hard

thats what I remember

Im so confused with

what should be, but

then, then I felt

Safter, more sure then
"

I cant remember when this one is from, but its in the same notebook as the ones from the vancouver show, so I figured I might as well put it up here. As a side note, I do not edit these at all. I just type out what I wrote down, which also wasnt edited. This blog is not me showing you (who are you, anyway?) stuff I consider perfectly formed or whatever, its just raw material. I tend to use these later on to make more fully formed things (songs, for example), but this is me sharing my first impression, sketches, and feelings with anyone and everyone.

"
I miss the girl who
Spoke to me on paper.

I miss writing back to her,
through the

notebook that  Im looking
through today.

I miss the comfort of the
the silence

Under the understanding
that was there

I miss the girl who
wrote love down on paper.
"