Author: Damien S. Riley

Damien S. Riley is a creator of: music, books, a podcast on at "Riley on Film."All his work can be enjoyed at his blog, Riley Central RileyOnFilm.com Besides being a professional musician, Damien is a college English and logic professor. His style is soft rock akin to the Smiths and REM but also hooky 60’s music like "Peter Paul and Mary." Damien has recorded and performed with 80's -90’s arena rock band “The Alarm” founding member and original guitarist Dave Sharp. From Damien: “I've created, discovered, and refined a meadow along my way online with my books, blog, podcast, and primordial videos. Do jump in and swim around. Like a 60’s movie.” Come on in, the water’s fine.”
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If you think me that, think again. I’m everywhere, as much you as Saturn.

#business

I have hold of this day because I trust my role in natural processes of the universe. No mistakes. No leading w a dusty black niv sepulcher, never again. I prefer springs of oranges ripped apart in my robe w coffee on a Sunday morning. (Heavily influenced by Wallace Steven’s “Sunday Morning.”)

I’m up to all this you see and hear here with zero effort. Because of who I am.

Say hello “son” and learn. (Fields of Mustard quote from my original song penned by mi la plume in or around 1990.) rings so true now.

“There is a reaper whose name is death who comes for us all. With his sickle keen he traps the bearded grain at a breath. And all the flowers that grow between. The fields of mustard must return to green.” -Dame

I have everything I need within me. Thanks for your kind offers. Look at yourself please. Lay off Dame. ~felt

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Likes and subscribes at all my locations is appreciated, because it helps me eat.

Helps me see.
~felt

Who’s with me?

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Disposable lighter, free fall motorcycle hang glider, Here it comes.

Had to be Pete. ~felt
Departure in flames.

R.E.M.

Departure

Play “Departure” 

Hells yeahs. Go go.

Lyrics

Just arrived Singapore, San Sebastian, Spain, 26-hour trip.
Salt Lake City, come in spring over the salt flats.
A hailstorm brought you back to me.
Salt Lake City, come in spring over the salt flats.
A hailstorm brought you back to me.

Here it comes (I’m carried away)
Here it comes (I’m carried away)
Here it comes, bad.

Lyrics continue below…

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Departure, godspeed, bless his heart, good lord.
What a fuck-up, what a fighter.
Free-fall, motorcycle, hang-glider,
Hung on the line like a poison spider.
Win a eulogy from William Greider,
car crash, ptomaine, disposable lighter,
a bus plunge, avalanche, RV, vinegar cider.
Free-fall, motorcycle, hang-glider.

Here it comes (I’m carried away)
Here it comes (I’m carried away)
Here it comes, bad.

Go, go, go, go, yeah.

Well, everybody is young forever.
There’s so much to tell you, so little time.
I’ve come a long way since, uh, whatever,
shit, I still see that word and think of you.
There is so much that I can’t do, yeah.
You will be young forever.
There is so much that I can’t do.
There is so much that I can’t do.

Here it comes (I’m carried away)
Here it comes (I’m carried away)
Here it comes, bad