NYC
-
once, on a bus, I felt I’d lived another life, another time. it made me think: if I were somewhere else, lived in a different era, I’d still want to be a musician. to be alive, awake, and tuned into everything, even the things that hurt. I don’t want to die; I just sometimes wish…
-
one of the new people in group is Angelique, who went to a music and performing arts high school on the upper west side where a lot of the kids are on drugs I’ve heard. she used to drink but then she began using opioids because she says it’s not as easy to track missing…
-
listen to moon words on SoundCloud moon words oh my God/kill me now/only we would lay on the New York City trains/sun and The Kills/it’s a good afternoon/like it shines on me/how strange it is to be/anything at all/let me hold it close and/keep it here with me/because kissing you/with good beats on/feels like me…
-
a walk in the park/my heart goes bang bang, thinking of you/I shout at the East River hoping it will shout back/where do you go at night, is it to the one who calls you, the one you love/when I thought that me and you will end, I/didn’t think it would be like this,/a thousand…
-
when I made this song I was thinking about West 4th Street Courts aka The Cage in Greenwich Village. but it could be about anyplace in the city where sirens wail while streetball is played and two ropes swing on beat. you gave that person your heart and soul. you might have lost them, but…
-
in the hood of being beautiful/the N holds its breath like snow/soundless as disco/I search out the window for you/while we’re still close enough to Surf Avenue/I know I’m failing/running out of time/it’s me on the inside/and you on the out/I open Notes to write you a letter/the train seems to sigh/please let’s never die…
cookie nieves 