I’m writing new music for the first time since the old millennium.
I got a loop pedal, songs started arriving, and it’s thrilling.

Here! Hear!

NEW, ACTUAL MUSIC VIDEOS

The HOME HOWLS Playlist

or With Lyrics below:

UNTIL

I expect it all to go today.
Something big is finally giving way.
Do the birds portend a quake?
What do they intend to take?
Could this be the decisive storm?
My last hours in this itchy uniform.
So until
the shit gets real
I will push whatever button
lets me feel.
Hey, you wanna play pretend?
Fantasize of violent ends.
Follow the evacuation route.
I’ll share my water
please don’t shoot.
And here’s some help
to preserve the source
protect against our future thirst.
So until
the shit gets real
I will push whatever button
lets me feel.

 

WHERE THE EARTH COMES OUT OF

Heart. Throat. Womb.
Roots. Branches. Fruit.
Bubbles. Pulses. Splashes.
That’s Where the Earth Comes Out Of.
Oh.

 

HORIZON

Whenever we wheel
our rope bridges in,
I remember set sail (set sail!)
and lost origins.
Peering over the edge,
the last end of the road.
And then losing my mind.
And then crafting a boat.

Why did we wait?
We didn’t know if we could bear it.
Why did we wait?
We barely even got to share it.

The ceaseless buzz of machines grow silent.
Those billion bugs on your screen will bite you.
Keep the window closed, where nothing will find you (oh!)
You’ve lost all your weapons.
Your heart starts to guide you.

Why did we we wait?
We didn’t know if we could bear it.
Why, why did we wait?
We barely even got to share it.

 

KERRI’S RANCH

I’m a Fire.
I’m a Fire.
I’m a Fire.
I was there as the crackle inside your sun
then I cause all the rumbles beneath the ground
I am there as the hunger inside your core
when I get out in air I let out a roar
I’m a Fire.
I first smelled the smoke
at home at the ranch
the clouds on the map
showed me where it advanced
gather the horses
check on the neighhhhbors
where are the photos?
the important papers!
i can feel the heat
and the air is so thick
the thought of it ending this way
makes me sick
if this is our last chance
before we’re aflame
I want you to know
I’d do it again.
I’m a fire.
I’m a fire.

 

WORKER BEE

I set up manifestations of crustations and nations, of fully functional brain stems, and plant stems. And all the rations for cash stamps, and implants, the poverty stricken abundance further plunders our government hummers, and plots a thunderous rumble inside the humblest bungalow. You know I was concocting an option for verifying your gumption, all the ravenous, luscious, incredibly scrumpdiddlyumptious, I try to trip myself up, but then the planet erupts, and all the monkeys conspire, until the thumb becomes wireless, I comfort the room and conduct the flow, because the lava will come, and it will burn through the floor, and all the loyal soldiers who been doubtin me, fuck the credit, I don’t sweat it I’m a worker bee.

Haha. Ok. And we’ll hold it down, till we rise or drown. Wait. There’s only up or down? We can’t go round and round? Ok. And we hold it down till we rise or drown. From town to town, and all around.

Last time I checked it had stabilized on the edge of my neighborhood, but it’s hard to say whether it will change or grow bigger still, and the reason I ask is for your grandchildren’s past, because your silence will not save them when we’re sinking this fast. I try to share what I can, but my approval is tacit. Empathetic economics when the sunset’s an asset. And every sunset’s a classic, all the colors are plastic, don’t believe me just ask it.

Haha. Ok. And we’ll hold it down, till we rise or drown. Wait. There’s only up or down? We can’t go round and round? Ok. And we hold it down till we rise or drown. From town to town, and all around.

 

MAJOR MAGICS

Will this
be one
of my major magics?

I was a
wild one
wasn’t I?
Wearing the
forest and
calling for
foreign eyes.
That could
see me
expand
to the
size of
a biosphere
like the
one dying here.

When will you reveal
the time it takes to heal
what we know?

And when you disappear
and all that’s left is what is here,
will we grow?

I have so
much I could
offer you.
Landscapes of
touch and
some other views.
But you
hold on
to fear.
Like the
last glowing
ember at the
end of
December (oh twelve)

Oh when will you reveal
the time it takes to heal
what we know?

And when you disappear
and all that’s left is what is here
will we grow?

 

TRIBE OUR HUMAN VINE IS RIPE

Tribe, our human vine is ripe.
excrement flowing through a rusty pipe.
these men still want to fight.
already fruit ferments the ground.

another animal vanishes
at the edge of our villages
without a sound

what season is it?
it switches.
what hour?
ours.

oil sputters.
blood in gutters.
owl flutters.

shh.
wait, i mean, scream!
waaaaaaaaaaah!

-violin-

you’re eating that?
that was the final fish
ever pulled from a dying sea.

did you witness that?
that was the dying star
where you were squished against me.

your region was stolen.
your aquifer is burning.

(so now it’s) compost, hospice, lost accomplice.
knowing what ingredients come out of your faucet.
the bacteria – i hear it’s in your area!

-violin-

 

TINGLIN

Tingle in the air and the wind is
twirling through the leaves and the birds call.

Sure, they were totally talking about you
but now they’re celebrating the setting sun.

Can you feel it?
Was that it?

Peel the fruit and
plant the pit.

I know this season’s supposed to be special,
but mystery and magic are nevah fah

Look out! Here’s the next opportunity
to see your love reflected in every star
and every heart.

I don’t know what
you’ve been through but
I want to learn more.

Do you move towards
what you yearn for?

 

 THERE GOES THE DAM

There goes the dam
Now all the spots are flooded.
There goes the plan,
Now all the lights go out
Give me your hand
and I will lead us from the city
asking the land
when I am lost in doubt, in doubt,

Go, to the ground I tell them
Go, to the ground I tell them
Go, to the ground I tell them
but they never let their fingers rest

future of shame!
regretting all we wasted

surviving the blame
and so I give this up

your eyes will adjust
so will your other senses

uncertain, but trust
I go around with friends, with friends,

Go, to the ground I tell them
Go, to the ground I tell them
Go, to the ground I tell them
but they never let their fingers rest.

ASKED HER FOR WATER

BY HOWLING WOLF

Woah, I asked her for water.
woah, whe brought me gasoline.
That’s the troublinest wa-ooooooooo
that I ever seen.
Woah, the church bells calling me
woah, the hearse comes driving slow
that’s the troublinest church and hearse that I ever know
Woah, I asked her for water
woah, she brought me fucking gasoline.
and that’s the troublinest wa-ooooooooooo
that I ever seen.

 

SLOW DOWN

We have come to the point
where our stories have joined with each
exhale, ahhaaaaa.
When I release each breath
Is it smokestacks, or blowholes of whales.

Slow Down.

There’s a potency here.
Which the birds and the bees and the leaves
all share.
Widen each peak and trough.
Where the circles grow soft
and the lines are just air.

Slow Down.

 

 

SOFTLY

Mother, Father, Peace.
Sister, Brother, Teach.
Spiral Arms Will Reach.
Isolation Cease.

Bright, Blue Ball.
All Is Small.
Hear Our Call.
Softly Fall.

Hmm
Hmm
Hmm

OLD BEARDY

Do you remember when we had phones that did everything?
It was a bright screen, and you would wave your hand like this
and it would do everything!
Do you remember when we had cars that drove everywhere?
Gas was cheap and if you wanted to go somewhere you’d just
get in your car!
Do you remember when we had shopping centers everywhere?
There was nothing better to do with the land than sell stuff
but it was all bullshit!

THE BODILIGY

Lyrics still not quite written yet.