Striped Animals and "Hard to Find"

"Tyger! Tyger! burning bright

In the forest of the night,

What immortal hand or eye

Could frame thy fearful symmetry?"

William Blake - "Songs of Experience"

Yeah, songs of experience. I wrote a lot of songs recently and experimented with different sounds and instruments all while in the lonely wilderness. This one I wrote during a picnic to the top of a waterfall in the top of wisconsin, which happens to be one of my all time favorite hidden spots. I brought my guitar and recorder thing. The water was flowing quite fast and high for July. Most of all it was incredibly loud. I wanted to capture that sound too, so that's what all the noise is. Then I jumped off it.

Track one: Tibetan Bell beads and 1/4 can of planters salted peanuts - snake pit

Track two: Guitar - Snake pit

Track Three: Vox/ c harp / Snake pit

Track Four: Vox / C Harp / Snake pit

Hard To Find link

Well I'm Broke as a rule

and Just like a fool

spent my last dime

on raisins and rye bread and wine

off to south seeking solace and my souls' redemption

Why is it so hard to find?

I once knew a girl

she was a soul mate of mine

she loved me and left me

out on the bridge that spans waterfall and love

oh to the great stars above

points out Aries her favorite and asks me what's mine

Why is it so hard to find?

it's around here somewhere

Robbed by Raccoons the y ran off in the woods with my Rye

Bread that is rightfully mine

I should chase them

but I think I'll wait here for you

Where you said you'd meet me

Please take my hand lead me to the brook where I can find

the trout that you had on your line

or was it just a line to get lost with my time?

Why is it so hard to find?

There's something that I've been meaning to tell you for some time

The words they're just stuck in my mind

on the tip of my tongue

I can't seem to express 'em

Why are the so hard to find?

Stripped animals:

"What happened to me out there in the wilderness? I cannot exactly say. My lips are sealed by the inadequacy of words." - Steven Foster

I learned about beauty. What it really means. Seeking change is to deny the beauty that you posses. Change is good too. But a Queen Anne's Lace doesn't seek to become the most brilliant. It is content with it's environment. Perhaps it is the most beautiful in the garden. But it can't deny the beauty of the wild rose, or the sound of the humble bumble being seduced to stop in. It changes with the season, the days, the sunset, the moment, it does not seek this change. It becomes it. It is always beautiful. In the Summer it blooms brilliant, in the fall it's skeleton blows away, in the winter it is a tiny snowflake under a microscope - a doily holding hot coco while fingers cut a piece of paper folded and folded again to trace it's memory, in the spring it pushes the earth away again.

So - "Raccoons in the moonlight, beautiful and cute, trying to open my cooler with their little hands."