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Moonscreen

by David Woodruff

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1.
The Game 02:35
You played the game anew, saw the ball from a different angle. And now as you swing through, as always, so much to do. You can let if flow forth, wash away, throw it all out. Turning a phrase, damn it to hell. Feel the malaise seeping in Do it again, I doubt it’s a sin. Don’t feel ashamed of sleeping in. In the interest of saving face, you changed the names, rearranged the place. The only victim then was taste. You shrug your shoulders, it doesn’t matter. You can tear it apart, set it ablaze, frame it in archival glass. Turning a phrase, damn it to hell. Feel the malaise seeping in Do it again, I doubt it’s a sin. Don’t feel ashamed of sleeping in. It gets heavy, it grows dark. They’re shining flashlights outside the park, looking for your hit’s remains. You’d like to think so, you hope it does go. You can show a close friend, post it online, or carry it with you to your grave. Turning a phrase, damn it to hell. Don't feel the malaise creeping in Do it again, I doubt it’s a sin. Don’t feel ashamed of sleeping in.
2.
Moonburn 03:28
Cut your losses, cut your hair. It was the first thing off the top of my head today. Now I’m laughing, see I made a joke. I’ll sew my sides together, no need to file a claim. Sloganeering, small talk champion. I spit it out so often, the changes stay the same. Where’s my moon burn now? I have been taking shade, working days. Where’s my moon burn now? I have been taking shade from the moonlight. Where’s my moon burn now? I have been taking shade, working days… away from the moonlight. yeah. Laissez faire dentistry ’s my new career. I’m getting good at pulling teeth, excel at pulling hair… out. No don’t tell my friends… okay ask my friends, I think they’d probably stick up for me. Well that all depends… yes I guess it depends, I swear it’s not my philosophy. Yes, I do my part. I retrace my footsteps trying to halve my footprint. I’d just like a taste. I’ll offset my waste. I’ll offset my waste! Where’s my moon burn now? I have been taking shade, working days. Where’s my moon burn now? I have been taking shade from the moonlight. Where’s my moon burn now? I have been taking shade, working days… away from the moonlight.
3.
Drop A Line 03:16
I drop a line, from time to time More like in a blue moon Some crumb— a bit of shared nostalgia Like recalling a tune We trade hellos every once in a while More like in a blue moon What’s new, same old, you know… Remember when we used to sing Happy Birthday over Unsolved Mysteries Didn’t really make it seem Any less obscene How’s the weather in Tennessee? I can picture all the greenery. Appreciate the little things… I speak my mind from time to time More like in a blue moon Some dumb— criticism will haunt me Like recalling a tune And then, of course I’ll smooth things over More like in a blue moon What’s new, same old, you know… Remember when we used to sing Happy Birthday over Unsolved Mysteries Didn’t really make it seem Any less obscene How’s the weather in Tennessee? I can picture all the greenery Appreciate the little things…
4.
Find 02:43
Find a patch of light. Lie down on the floor and bask awhile. At least you can tell yourself the days are growing longer now. At least you can tell yourself the nights are growing warmer—How is it not spring? Is it not spring? Find a patch of light. Lie down on the floor and bask awhile. There’s light enough to see your keys to find your door when you get home from— Work is such a breeze, when it is blowing through. I find I seek to— Find a patch of light. Lie down on the floor and bask awhile.
5.
The wind whips the trash into the front yard, the plastic in the driveway the leaves up on the porch. Heartbeat echoed in your eardrum. Looking for the sunlight, crane your neck, unclench your jaw. Thunder of bins across the sidewalk, your neighbors in their bathrobes, dragging cans out to the street. Numbers 1-6, burning a county over. Get used to the acrid smoke. Vata non grata, LOL. Vata non grata, LOL! Cilia like dandelions gone to seed and losing volume. Really I should come to terms with the only thing I’m truly sure of. Cilia like dandelions gone to seed and losing volume. Really I should come to terms with the only thing I’m truly sure of. Vata non grata, LOL. Vata non grata, LOL!
6.
What's Good 02:07
Sat down to catch up with an old friend But I dropped my diary, ages ago. Settling up, settling down. They moved the paper press out of town. What’s fit to print bleeds in the dark. What is Good? What is going on? What is Just? And what is good? Fed up, let down, fearful again. In case you missed it, here is a thread. Unspooled, unwound, the site you’re looking for can’t be found, a place you thought you’d been. What is Good? What is going on? What is Just? And what is good?
7.
Space Heater 02:20
8.
The Same 02:42
It’s the same, almost the same everyday. Little shame, wake with handheld dismay. You know better, bathed in blue light display. Touch of gray, Mayer’s shredding today. Scroll this way, gerrymandering play. Full of static, full of habits to change. “Don’t even worry,” some post will say. “The end is coming, or so we pray.” Caldera ticking, blow us away. Nation shame, it’s the same everyday. The refrain, is “resistance”— okay. uncomplacent, turn your face to the flame. “Don’t even worry,” some post will say. “The end is coming, or so we pray.” Caldera ticking, turn us to clay.

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released September 1, 2020

Produced, engineered, mixed, and arranged by Ben Lumsdaine
(drums, bass, keys, guitar)

Songs by David Woodruff (vocals, guitar, minimal synth)

Recorded at Russian Recording, Bloomington, IN
Mastered by Mike Bridavsky

Cover photo by Jedediah Johnson

Many thanks to Ben Lumsdaine for his expertise, musicianship, and patience; realizing my sketches while foiling my insecurities. Thanks to the Honest Weight Boys for friendship and encouragement, and Laura Stockwell for the push. Mike Adams deserves credit for the little synth motif in the chorus of “Drop a Line”. Mike Bridavsky deserves credit for massaging “Find”. Thanks to Damion Schiralli and Tiana Jimenez-Srisook for help at RR. Damion played Rhodes on “Vata Non Grata”. Love to K-Pax, my rock, my soft-rock.

In memory of Nick Sinex and Julian Bransby.
Love to their families and friends.

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David Woodruff Bloomington, Indiana

Aspiring Living Artist. Please read my diary!

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