doodle by Ott Madis Ozolit DISLAIMER: I am a songwriter first, and singer a very distant second. This song (like most I write) was not written to fit my own vocal register. Props to Adam Bow for helping with recording, mixing, and making it sound as good as it does. Lyrics, vocals and guitar by me, […]
doodle by Ott Madis Ozolit (click image) “What the purple-bearded FUCK is that?” asked the Witch. “A dragonflight,” said the girl. “Yes, I can see that. Why, Hortense, is there a goddess-damned saddled dragon on my fucking lawn?” “You asked for it,” explained Hortense, but her confidence was fading by the second. “You asked for
doodle by Ott Madis Ozolit (click image) The snow is falling fast out thereA million whirling flakesAnd though inside is toasty warmI would much rather brave the stormThan brave this big, brown bear How did he get in through the door?And why is he awake?I’m sure that brown bears hibernatePerhaps this one is fashionably lateOr
doodle by Ott Madis Ozolit (click image) There it is again! That strange pattern on the wall only comes once a flicker Shifting shadows to make space for other things Moving dead silence aside so the noises have a place to linger Don’t you see? Don’t you hear? No, he says, my friend No, I
doodle by Ott Madis Ozolit (click image) Heya, CassCrew! This ya girl Cass, here to welcome you back to the Cassie P channel and my vlog for day 318. Everything is cool aboard the station. We had a bit of a scare this morning when the oxy scrubbers janked up for TEN. WHOLE. MINUTES. Mum
doodle by Ott Madis Ozolit (click image) Here, at the end of Sam Wittgenstein’s life Surrounded by grandchildren, children and wife He comforts his family, then he converses With his tender, latest of the hospital’s nurses As she goes about all her medical tasks She asks him what many have previously asked He answers the
doodle by Ott Madis Ozolit (click image) The old toad had stolen the crown again. He sat on a rock by the moat-fed pond and called to any and all young women who happened to pass by. Pretending to be a frog – nay, a frog prince – just so he could get a kiss.
doodle by Ott Madis Ozolit (click image) We grow the lantern fruit in warm soil Warm with sunlit days and life given Whispering in anticipation Start with a cutting from an ordinary husk cherry plant Physalis, my mother called it Proper in her naming But foreign, too Keep your seedling safe and healthy Water and
doodle by Ott Madis Ozolit (click image) Don’t you dare say it, boy! Don’t. You. Dare. [I already did.] It’s about the Mason’s art and nothing else Erect as in raise a building up “How much do you measure, erect?” For shame, boy. [He shakes his head at me. Haha, shakes his head.] For shame.
My hands grow cold and my fingers numb
Beating on the winter drum
Waiting for the wind to come
and sweep away the light…