‘Fuck Around’ by Jet Black Airlines – original song punk/indie/folk singer songwriter Cypress Butane

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Writing Songs! (Again) Playing Guitar & Getting My Chops Back, as Well as Working on Beat Tracking. Wrote Some Lyrics and Laying Out An Album Plan, Hoping to Make a Different Sort of Sound. Read ‘Black Market’ Lyrics

Working on a new song, playing guitar again and getting my chops back, as well as working with fruity loops to track beats. Wrote these lyrics and hoping to make a different sort of sound. 'Black Market' - Jet Black Airlines red velvet rope secret handshakes, grim skeleton gladhand onto “the list ” Shrugged off … Continue reading Writing Songs! (Again) Playing Guitar & Getting My Chops Back, as Well as Working on Beat Tracking. Wrote Some Lyrics and Laying Out An Album Plan, Hoping to Make a Different Sort of Sound. Read ‘Black Market’ Lyrics

So You Take Pride In Being an Outcast? – OUTCAST – By – Jet Black Airlines (Words and Music by Cypress Butane of TheHauntedTypewriter)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QXBezLnJECA

POEMS TO RIM ANDREW TATE TO – ‘The Virtue of Betrayal’ – by Cypress Butane

Dedicated to Poe and Other Dogs Worth Shooting in Self Defense and Love

POEMS TO RIM ANDREW TATE TO – ‘God Loves a Criminal’ – by Cypress Butane

Then soon I wake and find the Love that keeps me going

POEMS TO RIM ANDREW TATE TO – By Cypress Butane – ‘Hey Will Sayer!’

Kiss Your Parents Good Night And Light Another Flag On Fire

POEMS TO RIM ANDREW TATE TO – By Cypress Butane – ‘Punk Rock Waitress’

There’s a punk rock waitress And she’s singing in a band And she leans over the mic Is it cause all day she has to stand Or is she reaching out for something That nobody understands So she has to duck down low To try to touch it with her hands

POEMS TO RIM ANDREW TATE TO – By Cypress Butane – ‘Don’t Take Your Dreams To School, Boy. Leave Your Dreams at Home’

who will just disappear having ‘done nothing’, weird

Posting My First Novel: ‘CONDITION OAKLAND: Confessions of a Naïve Punk With a Heart Full of Arson, An Oh, How the World Doth Quake & Burn’ – TRACK 4 – CHAPTER SIXTEEN : The Else

About ‘Condition Oakland’Posted Sections Up So Far TRACK 4 – CHAPTER 16: THE ELSE We pack up everything and we are loading the van, out back. Mark and I put our amps in the back, light cigarettes, and lean against the van. “Good show,” I say. “Yeah, good show. I think this is going to … Continue reading Posting My First Novel: ‘CONDITION OAKLAND: Confessions of a Naïve Punk With a Heart Full of Arson, An Oh, How the World Doth Quake & Burn’ – TRACK 4 – CHAPTER SIXTEEN : The Else

Contemplating Religious Orthodoxy As Found Guidebooks Written by Mental Illness Saints In The Course of Reality Breaks – A Poem

by Cypress Butane It is all a mirror if one stares with the eyes Is it a sin to cut my hair I could get a tattoo but damn What does it mean - if I write upon my flesh the word 'Impermanence' - For this world, this time Permanent, La La Lee, I spin … Continue reading Contemplating Religious Orthodoxy As Found Guidebooks Written by Mental Illness Saints In The Course of Reality Breaks – A Poem