He placed numerous pieces of bread out flat, ready for the trimmings. He'd brought in his supplies and was making sandwiches for anyone who wanted one before they got back into the van for the short drive over to Grinnell, Iowa, where they were playing a college gig that night. It seemed appropriate that Wolf was using the instrument as a kitchen counter, something upon which anyone could be caught preparing their meals, as this man -- with his smart and distinct, nasally voice - but it was a first for us. We cannot recollect anyone else using our piano as a food station and it makes sense that Wolf was the first, as he seems to have no separation of church and plate in his life, stirring everything together into one long lifeline of an experience. The insights and observations that he makes and conveys in WHY? They are the kind of raw thoughts that put you one step closer to a version of transcendence that, don't let anyone kid you, is the most sought after state out there. They sound like the ideas of someone who knows nothing more important than pounding out of himself all that it means to stretch the boundaries of his depths, to get to the crux of what he actually believes and what he might someday leave behind. It's not about an estate, but more so the idea that he'd rather be a twisted and squeezed bone dry lemon wedge on the tablecloth of a restaurant table when he expires - completely strained of everything within him that was worthwhile. His writing makes is apparent that he's incapable of escaping the impulse to just keep working on that hardest puzzle of all - finding meaning in what others find impossible or meaningless. This means that he takes his meals where he works, eats where he sleeps and sleeps where he writes, where he loves, where he strums, where he sighs and where he yips and yelps, turning everything into a full circle of karmic investigation - all of it a body of work that will remain as a lasting impression.
Home Lyrics This Blackest Purse. Lyrics Lyrics Image. I'm not who with my eyes from stage I claim to be I've only cradled death in my own ending flesh From far off in abstracted lit Candle wick flickering And when a thing starts finishing around me I faint or fake a mustache, an accent or flee In fear my expired license be pulled by sheer proximity Fact: The poser in the bowler gets shot first Thinks he's the shit 'cause he can spit and curse Acting brash and flashin' a pistol that squirts Scowling And shouting "Shall we dance? Mom am I failing or worse? Mom am I failing? What should these earnest hands be holding? Still sportin' my ex-girlfriend's dead ex-boyfriend's boxers I wanna operate from a base of hunger No longer be ashamed and hide my Tears in shower water while I Lather for pleasure I wanna speak at an intimate decibel With the precision of an infinite decimal To listen up and send back a true echo Of something forever felt but never heard I want that sharpened steel of truth in every word The small fry in the bow tie dies first Acting wild like the spirit of God movin' after church Fakin' he's hard like packed-down dirt Already And yelling "Be my guest! Should our hero's hands be holding this blackest purse?
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