Hello,

The other day I ran into a friend. Friend said I like your stories and all, but do you still make music or what? I said Yes I still make music I still write songs and I can prove it too. I then tried to hold up my phone to his ear to show him this one, but it’s not really a song that translates over an iPhone speaker on the corner of a busy street. So I promised him I’d post it here.

Hanging

Call up brother

Start from beginning

When we were children

When we were willing

I looked for you on the third of December

You wore leather pants but I can’t remember

Your shoes

Your coat

Your door

Just the morning

You told me all about Arthur Russell

And I think of you every time I skip through Brussels

Like a stone

You wanted June

You wanted April

I wanted you late and now

It’s much later

You said jump in the water I can feel the world turning

I said yes and I didn’t and I felt the sky burning

My back

Be my mirror now I see things much clearer now

The pigeons are singing I can hear it now

Climb through the window before the feeling starts fading

I wanted you this morning but now it’s much later

Call up brother

Tell him ending

How I left you

Hanging