Monday, December 12, 2011
Monday, December 5, 2011
Monday, November 28, 2011
Friday, November 25, 2011
Friday, November 18, 2011
Thursday, November 10, 2011
Wednesday, November 9, 2011
Sunday, November 6, 2011
Wednesday, October 26, 2011
there's weeds in the corners
"...at the time when i wrote this i certainly didn't like it...but it had to be rushed and had to be finished before the album...it's short. i like it that way."
Sunday, October 23, 2011
Sunday, October 16, 2011
Wednesday, October 12, 2011
Sunday, October 9, 2011
Tuesday, October 4, 2011
Monday, October 3, 2011
Thursday, September 29, 2011
Tuesday, September 27, 2011
Sunday, September 25, 2011
the Tippler
yeah...
when I see in your eyes
they're as deep as a well
but you've given to silence
so you'll never tell on me
you'll never say how I wrecked the whole world
as we hurl through the clutter and haze
yeah we fly...fly 'til the dawn
yeah we fly...fly 'til the dawn
yeah we come down so fast
that we land somewhere below the ground
yeah...yeah...mmmyeah...hhyeah
and I raise up my glass
I'm consumed in the altitude
given to saying things that I shouldn't be
saying at all
with my head full of bees
I'm saying whatever I please
yeah we fly...fly 'til the dawn
yeah we fly...fly 'til the dawn
yeah we come down so fast
that we land somewhere below the ground
yeah...
copyright j.luhn2011
Monday, September 19, 2011
monday evening post
Monday, September 12, 2011
Sunday, September 11, 2011
Sunday, September 4, 2011
Saturday, August 27, 2011
Thursday, August 25, 2011
Monday, August 22, 2011
Sunday, August 21, 2011
August twenty
Standing at the Bottom
there's a man in the park
at the edge of the world
where the darkness falls
from the air
he's shakin' off the stars
he answers to no one
he's building a tower
without stairs
while I'm standin' here on the bottom...
there's a girl in the shadow
the one I used to follow
she tugging my Salvation Army clothes
she said I was the only
but I know we're only liars
but she's beggin' for me not to go
while I'm standing here at the bottom...
copyright2011j.luhn
Wednesday, August 17, 2011
Sunday, August 14, 2011
while they wash their hands
we tumble down
our fur is sold
the children never sleep
we never close
no one knows
why the moonshine never gets above the fence line
and the floodlights point to signs
on the ground
all our shoes are old
seclusion can't be found
and instruction comes in sound waves
and we tear each other
underneath the cover of the judges
we've all gone insane
while they wash their hands
with water that is clean
show me now
show me how this could be your dream
from crystal bowls
they drink your wine
they spill it on the floor
they're coming back for more
and some will drown
and some will take you back
to the cage you're always crying for
yep
we've all gone insane
while they wash their hands
with water that is clean
show me now
show me how this could be your dream
copyright 2011 jamie luhn
Saturday, August 13, 2011
umm...
When I was young I didn't understand why I had to pay that thirty-five dollar fine. Now that I'm old, I apologize for having peed on the side of your house.
Wednesday, August 10, 2011
a short interview from HACKSAWS AND THE SLAWDOG magazine
Starbelly Sneetch: So, what's your story...I mean, why are you hunkered down in the woods? Two years ago you played pretend in Hollywood and now you're hiding out in a shed in the middle of nowhere in particular.
Darlin Slackjaw: Well yeah. I don't get out much. I don't want to. I don't want to subject myself to things like shoppers on speaker phone, brats, chinese plastic, decaf, mexican tomatoes, cockroaches, other people's stinkbugs, smart cars, sports bars, sports, snot-nosed artists, fake art, snot-nosed art, and any other bullshit that isn't mine.
Starbelly: That's quite a list. You didn't leave anything out?
Darlin: umm...yeah...vinyl siding, corvettes, hair extensions, butt cracks, jive-talkin', hip-hoppers, hipsters, and your mom.
Starbelly: You say you don't want to subject yourself to people?
Darlin: ...the mob...the mass...the speedwalkers...I think I paraphrase Charles Bukowski when I say, "...it's not that I don't like people, it's just that I like them better when they're not around."
Starbelly: But you have a facebook page?
Darlin: Well, yeah. I do. When I opened my account I thought we would all sit around and talk about art and politics and the joy of seeing the misery of others...man, was I stupid...oh, by the way, today I cut the grass, I'm eating an egg sandwich, the kids did stuff, GO TEAM!, and I'm defriending you.
Darlin Slackjaw leaned over and picked-up his guitar. He picked -off a round of chords before he kindly asked for my departure...Yeah, that Darlin Slackjaw's going to grow up to be a fine young gentleman someday.
Tuesday, August 2, 2011
Sunday, July 31, 2011
Thursday, July 28, 2011
Monday, July 25, 2011
cicadas make me cry
This night I thought it would be me and the cicadas until a couple of teenagers straggled into the top of the shed..."you didn't know cicadas make me cry. summertime is going by so fast."
Wednesday, July 20, 2011
Sunday, July 17, 2011
Wednesday, July 13, 2011
Monday, July 11, 2011
i remain
I wrote this song in '94 after the surreal and fatal unravelling of my dad...the song found it's home with Juniper Tree...here are a few versions.
Wednesday, June 29, 2011
Thursday, June 16, 2011
room 63
In the late 90's I wrote this song and performed it with
Juniper Tree. It certainly has taken on a different feeling
without the band but it is what it is.
The night this was recorded, I had to remove my white shirt for
the STINKBUGS were divebombing me. After that, only
one made a solid landing.
Friday, May 20, 2011
Wednesday, May 18, 2011
Wednesday, May 4, 2011
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