Rest Peace Open Silence

(e)

I've become a bit obsessed with writing on my walls as of late. The sheer possibilities of that giant canvas. The benefits of making lists, writing lyrics, doodling nonsense that cannot be tucked away and forgotten. I know that soon I will paint over it. It has no lasting affects. But for right now it serves as a notepad. As an outlet. As a canvas. As a wall.

From The Lake to The Land

(b)

This song is the second of four I'm writing for someone. I decided to relate a video to it, all public domain material I pulled from and tried to create a story with. Mexico was a very interesting place in the '30s, from what I could tell. A smoky, rustic, and romantic place. Let's go there, what do you say?