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Broken, Beautiful, Brilliant Divinity
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Broken, Beautiful, Brilliant Divinity

I was having Kazubisha feels today so I wrote another song about them ;____; 

Can we say what’s on our minds for once?
Chasing storms, we’re running out of time.
The world won’t wait for us.

Numb confessions on our tongues
die like falling sand seconds.
Can I hide my heart in this disaster?

Veins turns to sunlight when
you’re bleeding out.
If I were better, I would close my eyes, but I can’t be without
you in all your broken, beautiful, brilliant divinity.
Bring my ghost to life.

We write promises in the blood we leave behind.
But I can’t decipher a language you keep locked inside.
You don’t have to die alone.

Numb confessions on our tongues.
Fire burning up our lungs.
My pain isn’t your weight to carry.

Veins turns to sunlight when
you’re bleeding out.
If I were better, I would close my eyes, but I can’t be without
you in all your broken, beautiful, brilliant divinity.
Bring my ghost to life.

Is this all too much?
Can you trust in me?
Don’t let me lose touch
of who you wanted me to be.

You commandeer more than sunlight.
One day maybe we’ll be alright.
I will help you fight the thunder.
Just don’t let me fall back under.

Veins turns to sunlight when
you’re bleeding out.
If I were better, I would close my eyes, but I can’t be without
you in all your broken, beautiful, brilliant divinity.
Bring my ghost to life.

Yours
Garbage Bag
Yours

My hand slipped and I accidentally wrote another Royai song. I have no explanation except that I love them and hope you like this if you listen. I WROTE IT TODAY. IMPULSE-RECORDED. IMPULSE-POSTED. AHH. EXCUSE SLOPPY GUITAR. *tosses self into garbage*

We’re caught in a rainstorm that never ends.
Time stops for the beast ravaging my head.
Can I pretend to fall asleep with you?
I know you’re scarred, tormented, grieving too.

I’ve untied my bloody wrists.
How do we move on from this?
Do you know how you’ve saved me?

Pull the trigger again.
Watch the soul inside
your bullet find the sky.

The barrel’s pressed to my head.
Take my heart as yours.
I won’t hurt you anymore.

If I surrender to our monster’s pain
and somehow I can’t remember my name, 
you know my truth better than anyone.
Bring us deliverance, once and for all.

You’ve given me all of you.
There is nothing we can’t do.
Do you know how you’ve saved me?

Pull the trigger again.
Watch the soul inside
your bullet find the sky.

The barrel’s pressed to my head.
Take my heart as yours.
I won’t hurt you anymore.

Words are passing through our hands.
Like the rain that never ends.
Your promise follows it down.
Don’t let me forget the sound.

Pull the trigger again.
Watch the soul inside
your bullet find the sky.

The barrel’s pressed to my head.
Take my heart as yours.
I won’t hurt you anymore.

waryalbatross  asked:

Hi John, there's a lot of stuff I want to ask you, but I've just had a terrible week of loss and rejection in my "budding art career" and it really sucks and it seems like something you would have a piece of wisdom for. How do you cope with putting your ego and life's work on the line over and over?

I tried to answer this a bunch of times but I don’t really know! You hold onto Berryman’s line – “It is idle to reply to critics” – and understand that the actual work isn’t the thing you make, but the process that makes it, whose inherent value and dignity is well beyond any debate, because it is an expression of your self and therefore nobody can really judge it. 

this is an unsatisfying answer, I know, artists have struggled with varying degrees of success over how to deal with these problems forever. the simple terrible platitudes of kindergarten are actually applicable here – the ones that tell you your work is good no matter what anyone thinks of it – but they seldom help much in the short term. in the long term, they do. people didn’t get very excited about Get Lonely when it was new. we were bummed! we felt it was our best work. we thought we’d gone somewhere special, unique in our work, its own place. over time, the people who relate to our impulse on that record have found it and connected with it, and the people who didn’t care for it have stopped thinking about it, because not many people spend a lot of time dwelling on work they didn’t care for.

but as I say this is a question people struggle with, I don’t think there’s a “here’s what you do” answer (and I reject, with thanks, any allegations that I am wise). you keep your focus on the work, I figure. when your focus wanders, you bring it back. 

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Mike Scheidt of Yob just posted up a link to Alice Coltrane’s “Journey In Satchidanada” on his timeline.  It really thrilled me to see that because I know him to be a spiritual person. Mike’s recovering from medical issues that nearly killed him, I suspect such an experience would cause any of us to question the big picture stuff.
An artist like Alice Coltrane helps connect some of those dots.  I immediately suggested some Pharaoh Sanders, who played on all the most important Alice and John Coltrane spiritual jazz period.  Could’ve  picked any album, but I think that “The Creator Has A Master Plan” really hits home.  Connecting those dots is a part of the journey.