February 2012
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No Guest Energy "Attic Sessions" #10
Band Aids on your hands from knitting needles. No charms on your Motorola. Wake up in the middle of your own small town. Looking for your cat.
Just another precipice to climb. To come back down. To stop along the way. To ponder. To plunder. Waiting for your own mixed reviews. Of what, where, whom. Little old man. We’re far away. But you’re across the table. Cigarette. Hot water. An...
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Odd Nosdam - “Kill Tone Two” (Fog...
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No Guest Energy "Attic Sessions" #9
You’re getting close buddy. Ease up. I was just stopping by for a minute. Just enough to seem like a friend. But I’m full of surprises. And we can’t break his heart. These twisted words don’t make much sense. Strung together in an envelope. Sealed for future use. Buried under the surface. Hoping no one ever finds them. Don’t worry about it. Don’t introduce me. You’ll be the last to know me...
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Bobby Z on Revolution reunion: We'll know if... →
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No Guest Energy "Attic Sessions" #8
He could’ve been a foil. Instead he played along. Which maybe was what he needed. Further he wanted to mix the visual with the aural. Blurring the difference and then the reaction you can’t know what’s what if it flows so naturally. No verse. Chorus. Verse. More like nothing. Not even music. Now I am sitting at this table in Babaoshan. Waiting for rain. Someone to call. The crew to meet up with....
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Bon Iver & The Roots on Jimmy Fallon
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Why don’t British chat shows ever offer music as interesting - or, indeed, as good - as this? CS
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No Guest Energy "Attic Sessions" #7
Snow falls diagonally. Stabbing my heart in all directions. You’re lost among us and we will miss you. But in my head are endless memories. Your voice. Your attitude. That look in your eye. That look that’s now faded. A fading memory. For whenever I want to remember you.
Come on man. Cut me some slack I wasn’t born to do this. I’m just trying to make things work. You should know what I’m going...
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No Guest Energy "Attic Sessions" #6
Rolled up in a Ball. State of Bliss. Love and Trust. Stretching every bone and muscle and falling into dream state. Rolled up like a Sweet Roll. Orange caramel and white icing.
Fell on my Eye. Lost the battle with the mop. Slipped and ate it. Black and Blue. I look like Adam Ant circa Prince Charming. Ridicule is nothing to be afraid. The Girl Scouts down the steet did it. The floor met my...