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The 365 Project

Inspired by song diarists like David Andrew Strackany (aka PALEO), I endeavor to write, record and upload a song a day for 365 days. visit my blog here:http://bhagiti.blogspot.com/

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#47 i'll get through

The 365 Project ·

2007/06/05

i'll get through whatever i have to do on feet, hands or knees as before from my mouth flowers and seawater spilling out my petals i'll drop like pins onto trumpet skins what sound resounds what numbness whispers i'll get through whatever i have ot do on feet, hands or knees i'll get through bhagiti 6.5.07 perrysburgh, oh (back yard)

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#46 pulled to sea by a fish: under i went, under i...

The 365 Project ·

2007/06/04

riding free the sea beside was crashing on the shore somewhere below to my surprise from the waves i saw it there it lay gasping in the brine i moved close by and in its eyes i saw myself and started to cry in my arms we did glide out toward the deep but i slipped beneath the tide it was you i did feel wrapped around me i had no need to breathe we moved as one beneath the waves and it was love that we played bhagiti 6.4.07 perrysburg, oh

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#45 the basement mildy crashes

The 365 Project ·

2007/06/03

this is the one that is my favorite color it rises up slowly like a flood and evaporates leaving behind a sticky film that i can’t wash from my arms that i can’t hide from myself that i’ll wear like an invisible armor to sheild myself from nothing but under these floorboards creaking the basement mildly crashes bhagiti 6.3.07 perrysburg, oh

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#44 wireless

The 365 Project ·

2007/06/02

its a conspiracy they’ve pulled us all apart they’ve cut our cords now we’re wireless strung out disconnected everbody’s talking to something but no one’s really there don’t say a word just touch me no don’t say a word just touch me touch me bhagiti 6.2.07 perrysburg, oh

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#43 a series of disconnected observations pts 3 & 7

The 365 Project ·

2007/06/01

there’s a woodpecker on the porch chippin’ away at suet a red-capped hammer nailing himself into oblivion i’ve been stuck in tubes radio-fried, day-glo pictured summarized i have been observed senseless if home is where the heart is then i think i’m gonna need to leave the flames are lickin’ high and this kitchen sink ain’t enough to do the job the lights on the dashboard have ceased to function properly i’m steering blind, in a bind, afraid i’ll fly straight off the edge of

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#42 there was the once

The 365 Project ·

2007/05/31

i awoke and for one dreadful eternity misplaced in a moment i thought it never happened but as the morning with its curling fingers reached through the blinds to caress my toes i knew i knew remembering the warm softness of the sun in your mouth its glistening touching mine i knew the silences between and yet to come would till deep into my heart but there in the damp flowers could hide bhagiti 5.31.07 toledo, oh

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#41 this is the song

The 365 Project ·

2007/05/30

this is the song i’m writing to avoid the other one i would if i could but i’d only ruin it here i’ll sing of elsewhere or something about a horse yadada yadada blah blah blah dreams, delusions, reveries reality hammers them all and cheap imitations don’t come for free i’d rather dance on the edge of this blue, twisted steel than dream up a world that negates your touch bhagiti 5.30.07 toledo, oh

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#40 memorial day

The 365 Project ·

2007/05/29

today’s the day to remember and i do i do all i do is remember all the things that i can’t forget i sing to sweet memory a purse that’s locked up deep inside my heart holding all the things that i can’t forget but memory’s a fragile mistress weak, seduced by influence and off she goes with all the things that i can’t forget so i’ll be left here by myself with nothing but my white flag pleading ignorance to all the things that i’ll never forget but memory’s a fragile mistress weak,

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#39 collide

The 365 Project ·

2007/05/28

i had a dream the other night that i fell from an aeroplane i musta fell five hundred thousand miles but i kept thinking all the while what if it was you and not me i’d be below you with my arms stretched wide i promise that i wouldn’t miss ya if i tried i bet i could even do it if i closed my eyes how happy we we’d be when we’d collide but in this dream it didn’t go that way i kept fallin’ from that aeroplane i musta fell five hundred thousand miles but i kept thinking all the

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#38 difficulty

The 365 Project ·

2007/05/27

no wax to hold these covered in honey hardly off the ground and already falling eventually i’ll reach the sea bhagiti 5.27.07 perrysburg, oh

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#37 walkin' song

The 365 Project ·

2007/05/26

if you want to know where you’ve been look at the soles of your feet every road and exit the roads less taken and not etched in dirt and thorns mapped in wishes suspicions, surprises and dreary sunrises walk with me won’t you please won’t you please walk with me if you want to know where you’re going let ravens be your guide go as the crow flies throw stones and spit the distance see how many more before you get back home before you’re alone walk with me won’t you please won’t you

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#36 bees and lillies

The 365 Project ·

2007/05/25

i said i feel like i should put this all in a jar and bury it in the backyard but i would only roll in the flowers that grew up in the spot tuesday those flowers spilled from my mouth washed out lillies falling to the ground and from them golden bees circled and buzzed i told you everything and before we could stop it was too late and wings of your own lifted you away and i wanted to come but mine wouldn’t budge covered as they were in honey there’s no making any sense of this

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#35 improvisation: 4:33 in the morning

The 365 Project ·

2007/05/24

i have a friend he’s a poet mysh how do you do it how do you make the words come when there are none what do you do when words aren’t enough when they’re shit when what’s bursting out of you is indescribable how do you do it are we the great poem, painting or song is the pain and desire that rules both sickness and love what we’d scream if we only had the words so this song is a lie ‘cause what i really want to say is impossible with the words that i know and the only other way is

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#34 as driftwood a muddy, shell covered shore i await

The 365 Project ·

2007/05/23

sometimes it's really hard like this floating alone naked in a semi elliptical orbit i am jetsam driftwood detritus the price nine parts pain one part bliss makes it all worthwhile anywhere my heart rests amounts to nothing but distress and deliciousness anytime my insides ache with your name i die and live again i'll be left out here forever it's a price i'm willing to pay all i ask is please don't forget bhagiti 5.23.07 toledo, oh

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#33 dreaming in seven

The 365 Project ·

2007/05/22

i’m here didn’t you see me i raised my hand i had the right answer but it was the wrong question this is a dream this is not a dream this is a dream this is not a dream and now like a bosch painting in tempera a penance for no sin and flowers pour from my mouth this is a dream this is not a dream this is a dream this is not a dream just then a small miracle a butterfly neon paper-winged jewel and suddenly it’s all clear this is a dream this is not a dream this is a dream this is

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#32 hey hey

The 365 Project ·

2007/05/21

take me back to the beginning i want to start all over again i don’t want to end up a clamshell stripped of it’s muscle cracked open on the shore hey hey now don’t you frown isn’t there some slight of hand some sort of deceit where you close your fingers over the egg and open them up again this time revealing nothing hey hey now don’t you frown i’ll give in to whatever works whatever offers me the best odds i don’t want to end up a hamster stripped of his dignity alsleep at his go

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#31 a necklace of silence

The 365 Project ·

2007/05/20

i’ve lived and died on other people’s words two syllable angels and in two more nothing what is this all about who is this all for the pregnant pause a silvery bauble strung with silent vowels it lights up your neck what is this all about who is this all for i’m equally to blame i can’t shut up the words come and come but i get them all wrong what is this all about who is this all for i’ll be tongue-tied wrapped up and restrained held back mute and mum a string of empty words hands

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#30 whereupon the future opens like a chrysalis

The 365 Project ·

2007/05/19

ok what now this didn’t come with a book 30 days gone and the dials have all changed do your worst do your best it’s the getting there this is a test i’ll rattle pots and pans scare up some options turn the big dial and tune in the prizes do your worst do your best it’s the getting there this is a test i think i’ll step on this moving sidewalk it’s a long way to infinity do your worst do your best it’s the getting there this is a test bhagiti 5.19.07 perrysburg, oh

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#29 the ineluctable mystery of minutia

The 365 Project ·

2007/05/18

like the new moon in the old moon’s arms only when lit by venus do we know that it’s there these old moon arms are like mine they’re tired but glowing charged with knowing that though invisible there’s beauty in the mysteries of the unseen i will continue to warble from the balcony located just below this strange planetarium bhagiti 5.18.07 perrysburg, oh

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#28 and the fragments whir like a weather vane

The 365 Project ·

2007/05/17

in my heart there’s both a willow and a well under one i dream into the other i toss coins gambling on the promise of dreams i once thought the heart is both an asylum and a morgue i was wrong i take that back it’s not like that at all it’s a wilderness and there we sit under a tree eating honey worth the sting sometimes the heart’s not such a bad place to dwell as long as you leave open a safe means of escape and gamble on the promise of dreams bhagiti 5.17.07 bowling green,

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