DANIEL CLAY

2010-09-20

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Overdubs

2010-09-15

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Losing My Taste For the Night Life, Arthur Russell

Well I’m driving to town
But I’m on the same road that took me back to home
Put me on the road
Now I’m heading for nothing ‘cause its no more fun
Going down through the pines, what I’m doing I did before
And that’s all I see
I’m Driving, driving sixteen miles
I’m looking for something I don’t want to do
Because my coming to town it took me from you
Now I’m losing my taste for the night life
Losing my taste for the night life
Losing my taste for the night life

Now I feel like an island
A man in a whorehouse
And I’m back again
I go back to the high land, I go back to the farmhouse
And the hills of grain
And I wonder at all
Where I will be
If I can’t go and find you there
Well I wondered so long
Where to find you and how
I go standing in where I am right now
Losing my taste for the night life
Losing my taste for the night life

Try it once if you need to
Come back and then you can
Take it out on me
It’s the same it could lead you
But all that is what two can do
and still be free
You’ve been gone such a long time
Now I know it’s for real
And how sad or how good
Can I feel?
Losing my taste for the night life
Losing my taste for the night life

2010-09-13

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2010-08-25

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From Suttree by Cormac McCarthy

Tilting back in his chair he framed questions for the quaking ovoid of lamplight on the ceiling to pose to him:
Supposing there be any soul to listen and you died tonight?
They’d listen to my death.
No final word?
Last words are only words.
You can tell me, paradigm of your own sinister genesis construed by a flame in a glass bell.
I’d say I was not unhappy.
You have nothing.
It may be the last shall be the first.
Do you believe that?
No.
What do you believe?
I believe the last and the first suffer equally. Pari passu.
Equally?
It is not alone in the dark of death that all souls are one soul.
Of what would you repent?
Nothing.
Nothing?
One thing. I spoke with bitterness about my life and I said that I would take my own part against the slander of oblivion and against the monstrous facelessness of it and that I would stand a stone in the very void where all would read my name. Of that vanity I recant all.