Fuzzy Blinking (day 2431)

So I sunk in here;
I rolled along and stopped slowly
When I noticed music silenced,
I heard a fuzz that wasn’t familiar
And I didn’t want to look away.
My magnetic coils had stopped,
But my vision was still rendered
With bold outlines
Helping my unsuspecting visitors
Make their way to a comfortable haven
Just North of here,
Where stop signs have been taken down
Protesting the system
With a fuzzy blinking that night knows,
Avoiding any kind of mess.

River Bed Flow (day 2414)

Let the river bed flow
I want the world to know
You can hear ol’Gray Bird
Doesn’t matter what season
Doesn’t matter what time
I want the world to know
Shouting out loud
In a forest around here
Alive with rounding music
Hardly lonesome while dreaming
By the river bed swimming
I want the world to know
Carry me on, carry me home

Mae Rim Thailand

Silent Back Support (day 2405)

When are you going to turn the music back on?
I’ve sat her for a while now
Wondering to myself
Should I suggest a new album
Or enjoy the silent humming
Visiting my ouroboros thought pattern.
I picture something with a nice bassline
Hopefully some creamy smooth lead
That will do a better job
Of snaking my thoughts around
Too many small stools
Lacking proper back support.

Friendly Girl (day 2105)

What have I become?
Rough rebellious edges
Carrying on in a dream I’ve surely built
Commonly misunderstood
In spite my lessons in patience
And I’m just looking for a friendly girl
Who enjoys the music I play every day.

No, not one to judge racially
Not one to define boundaries
Not one to mistreat, mistrust
I share in this mighty earth
Respecting green miracle of growth
And I’m just looking for a friendly girl
Who enjoys all the seeds that I sow.

What have I become?
Rough rebellious edges
Carrying on in a dream I’ve surely built
Commonly misunderstood
In spite my lessons in patience
And I’m just looking for a friendly girl
Who enjoys the music I play every day.

Looking back it’s not easy
Had my heart on the line
Had too many unwritten songs
Yet nothing’ll stop me
My drive is what makes me
And I’m just looking for a friendly girl
Who enjoys going for a ride.

What have I become?
Rough rebellious edges
Carrying on in a dream I’ve surely built
Commonly misunderstood
In spite my lessons in patience
And I’m just looking for a friendly girl
Who enjoys the music I play every day.

Eyes Closed (day 1859)

I’ve been thinking to distance myself from the truth,
A constructed perception feeding off culture
Who knows the same truths.

I’m not there.
I tied my shoes and went for a walk
Along a winding trail and past calling birds.

But I am filling up with distractions
That keep me from my all in,
My wild abandon that no longer fears.

So I will sit still and run off my mind
And let happy dancers play their sweet music
That washes over my eyes closed vision.

Eyes Closed by Ned Tobin

Days Roll By (day 1829)

When you hang around here
I roll in second gear
Not pushing too fast
Caught in the wind

Days roll by
Into weeks and miles
When your hanging ’round
Baby, let’s roll around

And my parking brake
Is the great escape
City lights and the vista
With music on easy beats

All the Same (day 1709)

Holes into nothing
And this is where I end.
Dropping as I awaken,
Say it again,
I didn’t hear you all the same.

And if I wake up
I am left to break up.
Minor chord progressions,
Like my heart,
It is the same song all the same.

Footsteps into distance
As my heart beats into resistance,
Does music still go on?
Is there an echo,
After all, it’s my memory all the same.