Songs Needing Singer

Songs and Poetry.
I write. I record.
I draw.
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Michael Hollander

—Trophy

This is about the fascination and terror I felt as a young child when I would look up at the the deer heads mounted on my uncle’s walls.

What of it
Blood and horn
and scalp
At night
silohouette and obscure
his antlers rain down
on me like some
World War II
dive bomber
drone
landmine
Now that I’m older
older and understand
the tricks that light plays
understand
the tricks that the stripes play
understand that I’m sick
I just may just pray
pray to you

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Michael Hollander

—Snare

this ain’t no accident accordion playing songs of bad luck
where youre stuck only with what you have
wishing your mother named you
give up, shut up, sit down you fuck up
so you could lay on your back and curse your position without every really moving
and secretly finding joy in being “helpless” because it absolves you of ever trying
nah, this is the sound of my voice twinning and becoming a chorus of honesty and pride
i refuse modesty and let that be a lesson to those with a quiet voice
i want to hear you when you speak, make that choice
don’t be shy, every person has to learn to talk
because texting I LOVE YOU just isn’t the same
i caught our face in the swelter of a glare
disortion compensated
see we really do look like shattered portraits
saw my profile in too much detail and wanted to torch it
realizing i was unaware too long
caught in a snare too long
a snare drum to the back of the skull
was my early morning wake up call
coffee
fuck it
i drink cement in a mixing cup
as i prostrate myself to the gods of urban planning
and become a sidewalk next to a schoolyard
maybe a bus stop or a well planned transit-system
call me major vein capillary passing lane poet master of right angles and two way streets and
sometimes stop signs
you know there’s a reason people use the phrase
heart of the city
because every part of the city spun out from that hub needs nourishment
not pity
work the extremities
find the blood flow, movement
to and fro from elbow junction to fist avenue
i oughtta smack you for crossing your eyes
instead of paying attention to the traffic sign
and nearly getting yourself killed
but fuck this tired metaphor lets spend more time together
thats what times like these are for
speaking clearly of the things that we want
or the words that haunt our mouths
aching to be heard hoping to be understood
and just happy to have someone else listening for once
I know that the sounds outside my own own head
often comes together as a hum and lose my attention
because once youve heard it before it becomes background noise
and is ignored
if this sounds familar
at least you can still hear me
which reminds me
i think i may have forgotten what the voice inside me
sounds like

MERRY CHRISTMAS! The Tree Man I Just made up but the other two figures have a history. First is the Flatwoods Monsters was supposedly seen on September 12, 1952 in the town of Flatwoods, West Virginia. It was introduced in to Japanese culture by Hiroshi Minamiyama, a science fiction editor and occult writer. The translation comes to “3-meter alien”. The rightmost figure in Umibozu, a spirit from Japanese folklore. It lives in the ocean and will capsize your ship if you speak to it! To quote Wikipedia: This spirit’s name, which combines the character for “sea” with the character of “Buddhist monk,” is possibly related to the fact that the Umibōzu is said to have a large, round head, resembling the shaven heads of Buddhist monks. Alternatively they are enormous Yōkai (spectres) that appear to shipwreck victims and fishermen. They are believed to be drowned priests, and exhibit the shaven head and typically appears to be praying. It is usually reported as having a grey, cloud-like torso and serpentine limbs. According to one story, if angered, they ask that the crews provide a barrel that it proceeds to fill with sea water to drown them. To avoid this disastrous fate, it is necessary to give him a bottomless barrel.

MERRY CHRISTMAS!

The Tree Man I Just made up but the other two figures have a history. First is the Flatwoods Monsters was supposedly seen on September 12, 1952 in the town of Flatwoods, West Virginia. It was introduced in to Japanese culture by Hiroshi Minamiyama, a science fiction editor and occult writer. The translation comes to “3-meter alien”.


The rightmost figure in Umibozu, a spirit from Japanese folklore. It lives in the ocean and will capsize your ship if you speak to it!

To quote Wikipedia: This spirit’s name, which combines the character for “sea” with the character of “Buddhist monk,” is possibly related to the fact that the Umibōzu is said to have a large, round head, resembling the shaven heads of Buddhist monks. Alternatively they are enormous Yōkai (spectres) that appear to shipwreck victims and fishermen. They are believed to be drowned priests, and exhibit the shaven head and typically appears to be praying. It is usually reported as having a grey, cloud-like torso and serpentine limbs. According to one story, if angered, they ask that the crews provide a barrel that it proceeds to fill with sea water to drown them. To avoid this disastrous fate, it is necessary to give him a bottomless barrel.

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Learned Hand

—Pioneer (Man is five)

Not really a remix, just built from COPYRIGHTED samples.

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Michael Hollander

—When two points form a line

hearts are flickering
silent k’s lead the way into knightfall
betrayed lovers fuck into existence one night stands
the mended jacket of a best friend fractures into continents, becomes an impromptu mapping of Saturday morning Earth
The motionless are really moving and the moving moving faster that the speed of not moving quickly enough
The exchange rate of words is high, a coversation can buy dinner and soon ideas will be in demand
the chords of traditional folklore are reimagined into oilspills of sound
brains tell us how much we’ve learned and how little we know and how much joy can be found celebrating this fact
spider’s nest shakes with life
someone built a monument to this
silk and scorpion tail
is there a difference
a boy spell his name a g a i n

two points form a line
this inifinity deserves respect

elegance tied to hideous
good will tied to bad decisions
two moments in this chain
a knot that i can’t untie
this body is more than a prison
a weapon is never a lesson
some poisons do taste sweet
the good times have just begun
emergence awakens a forgotten sentence
text messages turn into time bombs

this infinity

I’ll be posting some old stuff soon. I am unable to record at the moment. I will also figure out how to make it more visible to the internet!

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Michael Hollander

—The Secret Miracle

This is all analog. I came across a tiny organ at the junk shop for ten bucks. One of the best buys I’ve ever made musically. It uses a little motorized pump to power the pipes. There is about an octave and a half worth of keys and six buttons that play chords. This is created entirely with the six buttons. Enjoy!

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Michael Hollander

—Ephemeron's Trek

Here’s a banjo instrumental to hold you over to an actual song.

New banjo song soon. It will be a little sparse since I can’t multitrack but I’m sure you will enjoy it.

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Michael Hollander

—One

Here is a little sliver of something I did last year. I can’t multi-track until I get a new computer or get one of my old ones fixed. Enjoy.