Where is Your Heart

This is a real quick live-recorded demo of a song I've been working on. Still working out some kinks, but here's the way it stands right now.

Where is Your Heart

I met you in a field of faces and you gave me a horse

You said, "Let's ride into the dark"

I saw a piece of me in you and I wanted to follow it

So we set off over the darkened land

Through the days and miles we rode on

Through an endless valley ever blackening

We rode on, and I couldn't feel you beside me

So I called out to you, "Where is your heart?

Where is your heart?

Where is your heart?"

And I was hunted down by questions

And then I found I was chasing you

I caught a glimpse of your face every hundredth frame or so

Running through the reels, and always in the same direction

Where, where is your heart?

Where, where is your heart?

Where, where is your heart?

I met you in a sea of faces and you gave me a boat

When I set sail, I don't expect to see you on it.

Birthday Song

Naming a song Blankety-blank Song has always felt like kind of a cop-out to me. Maybe in part because I've named a song Something-or-other Song before, and that particular song happens to be one that I don't like very much any more...but, well, I did create this rambling ditty on my birthday after all, and I have been surrounded by births these past few weeks. I suppose it also marks the birth of Bright Archer, as this was my first songwriting session under the new name. So, "Birthday Song" it has been dubbed: a song of first takes, and the first song created in my new Portland home.

Instrumentation: just me and my loop station and my cat and a, um, generous glass of wine, salvaging an imploding birthday at the eleventh hour.

Birthday Song

These are the words in my heart

They started before I knew how to start

They spoke out the spokes of my wheels

Cut into my blistered heels

Their purpose is to teach

And again and again they try

Sometimes I am a wall

Sometimes I am a microphone

They convince by force

These words are fists

These words are mallets

I am the delicate wrist

I am the breaking bone

I dance always alone

I dance always alone

Speak to me

Speak to my heart

Show me how to start

Speak to my heart