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Crazy Old Man « corycullinan.com
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There was a seed. It takes so damn long to create each thing. There was the old man of the tree. Crazy old man, guess he’s lost at sea. I haven’t the patience to deal with this problem. You hang in the branches and weather the storm. If you need a loan, well I’ll be in town. Grab a giant wooden lung, you’ll be the last to hit the ground. As for this seed. I can’t believe in ten years’ time…. There’d be a full-grown tree. I cannot wait that long, you see. Hey hey, eye high. Hey hey, I’m fine. Ate of its f...
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Drifting Away « corycullinan.com
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Before your tears have dried. I’ll be your finest friend. And try to make you laugh until you cry again. Within our purest tears. A river will appear. To drift us away from here. We float hand in hand, my dear. To taste in all that’s sweet. You’ll have to wet your feet. Success lies in the purpose. There is no defeat. The landscapes of our minds. We’ll cultivate with time. That’s passing without the faintest clue. We build our own shores within our views. And when the river’s rough and wild. The CD That ...
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moment of clarity: January 2007
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Qualifyin' rounds be damned. Tuesday, January 30, 2007. Eat food. Not too much. Mostly plants. If you read only one thing this month, make it Michael Pollan's fantastic article, " Unhappy Meals. In this week's New York Times magazine (registration required, but you can always try BugMeNot. It's about how the rise of food science and "nutritionism" has led to the American obesity epidemic. Excerpt:. Also, I want to extend long-overdue congratulations to Ryan Hall. Thursday, January 11, 2007. I turned arou...
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A Little Extra « corycullinan.com
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When I heard that word. I could have sworn it was forever. Just like me to believe it then. Just like me to believe it now. And when it warmed me up inside. I made it all my pride. I guess you kept a little extra on the side. You know I’ll love you for the rest of time. And that’s a given. You knew you could believe it then. Although I can’t conceive it now. As my creation smiles and dies. A foolish beauty’s left within these errant eyes. Yes I expect a little extra on your side. I dive into the the sand.
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My Oyster « corycullinan.com
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So God cried “I Am Woman! 8216;Twas a false alarm. It was only a chameleon. She was looking like the library of love. Minus rims and glasses. I read her through. The big barracuda in the sky. The pearl and the oyster. Both were open wide. You know they gave me a fish. And they called it the world…. Guess I believed for a while in this foolish old notion. Two fish in the sea could survive without commotion. I won’t do it again, my friend. With other fish in…. The world is my oyster. The world is my oyster.
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Music Production « corycullinan.com
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In 2014, one of my lifelong dreams came true when I built and opened my own professional multi-room recording studio, Reach Studios. To produce both my recordings and the recordings of others. Check out Reach’s website for that. But before I created Reach. I had the privelige and good fun of producing a bunch of recordings for indie artists and students in smaller facilities. Here are a few nostalgic highlights…. Eric Taggart: Polaroids and Orange Peels. On this track, which was a hoot. You Can See Mars.
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Without You « corycullinan.com
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Don’t try to leave me now. I’m not close to understanding how we fare. We float and we will seek. And we’ll never be concrete. And so we must share. I look through these eyes with true but distant care. Oh without you I’m alone. Now it’s deceiving. Although we seem so far apart. Well, we’re not so grand. But I’m plagued with narrow vision. I build a selfish wisdom where I stand. Is more than I understand. Don’t banish me to my own land. My only sight is from these eyes that are my own. One by hand in hand.