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Wednesday, noon.
4 plays
Old poem, new song.
1 play
Thursday Morning.
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Full-length whisper draft of “All the City Water.”
Head to toe,
She let her body swallow
All the city water she could drink
Dipped her pretty head into the sink
For she didn’t think
That anyone would mind her swimming
In the cloudy water where she lay
Let her tender hair hang where it may
On her dying day
The sun rose, but it didn’t shine
The river flows, but it’s only brine
Her love still grows, but it isn’t mine
Impaled Peach is a folksy neo-psychedelia act that sounds like Elliott Smith if he was active during the 60s.
10 plays
Another draft for a cover of “Wings Away” by The Apples in stereo.
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Draft for a cover of “Wings Away” by The Apples in stereo.
10 plays
A draft of “Last Night I Had a Dream” by The Sunshine Fix.
10 plays
“Death March for Mummy,” recorded in an hour for Townhall Hoursong 22.
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Flux hoursong: “Flowing,” by Impaled Peach.
A cover of Peter and the Wolf’s “Dear Old Robyn.”
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Look what I did to her song.
Spinner.
I lay in bed and read all day.
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Experimenting to get a nice punchy acoustic sound. Partial cover of “Gypsum Oil Field Fire” by The Olivia Tremor Control.
