I’ve been walking along a tightrope just a tad bit too tight. Tonight I’ma be off into the shadows until one day when the bright lights generously shine down and everything except the background will fade. I tip toe, trip, I don’t dance. Say god damn pretty please, would you let the man at the grand piano play? He’s been living in a bubble that that that’s been walking the line to any point in time that I’ve ever made. And in the room, the women come and go talking of Michelangelo. They talk too much (this is not it at all). Find me where the footsteps don’t ever make a sound and around time as it unwinds and finally frays. Every point in the past has got a date dot that’s about to get cropped out by the big picture before it’s about to be outdated. Out dating in a state of paralysis and you’re content with falling in love with inanimate objects, degenerate subsets under parasitic sunsets, and sexually driven fleshy plastic or a psychopathic babbling. A classic case of affection without a cause. You’ve got it all wrong. They lied to you and then they made you weak and told you what to do and what to think like it’s nothing more than that. You don’t know what to say. You don’t know how to act. And you’ll be gone soon. And in the room, the women come and go, talking of Michelangelo. They talk too much.
Sometimes you come across an artist that is compelled to do what they do.
I appreciate the musicality and the arrangement and the artistry of the songs. He sings and plays like his life depends on it. I appreciate the humanity of the lyrics… Like reading Tortilla Flats, or watching Nobody’s Fool.
Ceschi is a bright star. I’m glad he’s loose in the world. oldtruck
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