Ladies and Gentlemen...

I give you Esau Mwamwaya over a track thats been making us all feel like we aint been keepin up with the news but sure've been getting that daily paper... (sorry luda for stealin your line)


http://gvsbchris.com/tengazako.mp3

You want to write about drinking?

You want to write about
drinking?

It's been done
and don't think you're the first son of a bitch
to get drunk
and make mistakes
and sleep in the hallway.

You're not even the second
who loves the music
that transcends time,
you're the eight millionth
who wants to write poetry
that keeps you from the gutter
and makes them think:

Maybe
my life
the reader
isn't quite so pathetic
as the writer
who loves the music
that transcends time.

Human Ruins

It is warm outside I think
I am waiting for someone
Who is late
So I get on my bike
And pedal around a park
Named after a dead man

On the west side
Of the North Pond
The ice quietly whimpers
As ducks and migrating geese
Make ripples that turn to waves
The ice breaks

On a street now
Riddled with pot holes
I cross to the other side
Of the one-way heading East
And I stop at a bakery
Where an Austrian man greets me

I ask him where he’s been
“California.” He tells me
Where to him the ladies
are all pretty I tell him
I’m waiting and grab
one bag of day-old bread

She sees me now on the
Street I lock up my bike
I’m late she nods
I smile she studies
We head West we shove
Off toward the lake

It is Sunday
I say on principle
“We should pray”
So we slow down
More careful now in
Step with Spring mud

The bread is hard
I break it she holds
Hers like a sacred relic
I toss mine
It lands in open water
She doesn’t get it

“Just wait.”
I tell her about mallards
And how Canadian geese
Are impatient almost
Ravenous in warm climate
And right then they descend

On the half frozen pond
Silence evaporates
On the beating of wings
As she takes her stale vestige
And tosses it
Before Nature’s grace

She smiles I contemplate
The delineation of her
Face on the water
With mine toward her
The ducks outnumber
The geese fly away

“Partners for life…”
She echoes
I answer
Remind her that it is Sunday
That she needs
To have a little faith

In nature
Some animals wait
And don’t get full
On unnecessary things
Like the corpulent geese
The mallards fly away

We too withdraw ourselves
From the warm sanctuary
Of North Pond and walk West
Gracefully
And wait for the sunset
To shine on all the cyclopean buildings

Like a lantern
Illuminating the remnants
Of a forgotten city
Submerged in mire
We marvel at the scene as
one endless tomb without a king

Rafter - Sex Death Cassette

Rafter is one dude (with talented friends), he made most of this on a four track cassette recorder, and it is a really solid release. Little pop pieces mixed in with long noisy tracks, it makes for a really great listen. I'm just posting one song, but I suggest you go out and buy it (or try to find the whole thing otherwise). It's out on Asthmatic Kitty Records, whose most popular artist is Sufjan Stevens, and you can hear that influence buried here under layers of Panda Bear, The Microphones, and Sondre Lerche.
Rafter - Candy Sprinkles

hey guys
keith and i were talking about possibly posting some music here on the branches site. I think sharing what we're listening to is a good idea, but im not sure whether it would be more appropriate on another site, or mixed in with the writing.
what do you guys think? let me know!