[description via Amazon]:
The debut poetry book by uhmuzing (Tanner Davenport) contains nearly 40 original songs and free-verse poems, including the complete lyrics for the ‘Invertebrate Musings’ EP and two concept albums based on experiences falling off balconies to seeing-eye dogs drinking craft brews on barstools, rolling and scratching and burning up on the streets of Austin, TX, graffiti’d highways at 4am…”…to last summer, based on caricatures of very special friends of mine from when I lived in my house on the east side of town directly behind the Full Circle bar, enjoying beer-soaked funk or flying punk rock shows next door then out on the back patio under a haze of cigarette smoke and light misting before hopping a fence into my backyard…”…A self-proclaimed ‘punk-hippie singer-songwriter weirdo-artist,’ Tanner has always had his greatest passion in writing stories and poetry. Originally an English major atthe University of Texas at Austin, he transferred over to Alcoholism and Waiting Tables Inattentively after a semester of college while continuing to create in the variedmedia he loved. After living in Austin for three years, Tanner released his debut EP ‘Invertebrate Musings’ in early 2018, written largely about his experiences and relationships with dear friends that continue to be among the most cherished parts of his life. His book further pursues the themes addressed on his music, most of all the personalized difficulties and tragedies youth experiences in the turbulent energies of the city.
Purchase in paperback here! EDIT: Unfortunately, I haven’t updated info related to the account in forever, so don’t purchase it for the time being since I have no idea where the $ would go.
Instead, I’ve recomposed the full manuscript here on my website! Free! The book is broken down into four sections, so you can click on the below links to read each section. Of note, the first section contains the lyrics for the songs on my EP.
1. INVERTEBRATE MUSINGS
2. PEYOTE ZYGOTE and 13xCHICON
3. PLUTO ZEALOT
4. SACCHARIN
Additionally, scroll down this page to read some poems that were excluded from the book. These poems I love also, there were a couple I intended to put to music eventually, but eh, we’ll see whenever I get around to it…
“zingare love”
if you’re a pariah or a paragon
if you’re a deja or a Ganesha
if you were missin’ my misanthropy
if you hang anywhere I go you rope me
if I feel nothing then the sky is falling
if you could be you I would love you always
if I feel nothing then the sky is falling
if you could be you I would love you always
seasonally finding joy
you fill the space or be the void
elysian naiad nomad
I’m Piscean circling something koi
if you’re an Aries it’s your aria
if you have daring or delirium
if you were born again or born and raised
if you were stardust you were born in space
if you were henna then my heart is dyed
if you were thoughtless then I wouldn’t mind
if I feel nothing then the sky is falling
if you could be you I would love you always
in the Carolinas’ vista
on the Colorado zenith
in the Texan Levantine
I heard starburst echoing
if we find Shangri-La we’ll be zingare
if we were here today we’re gone tomorrow
if you’re the silent ache I’m in withdrawal
if I could piece together ships in a bottle
if you were missin’ my misanthropy
if you hang anywhere I go you rope me
if I feel nothing then the sky is falling
if you could be you I would love you always
“zoologic woo”
cashier’s head’s in a pretzel sleeping
didn’t see champagne and pall malls leaving
she breathes her cannabis in me
high spirits falling off the balconies
ah, the goodall woo
tin foil vapors hertzfeldt’s figures
kiesza’s hideaway in the interim
seeing-eye dogs drinking a craft brew
life death E and peace tattooed
ah, the goodall woo
ah, the goodall woo
in his office Socrates the vampire
probably is himself a buyer
fatherly or ex-CIA
the steward of this pyre
and ra’chel’s pissed on the stairs like a very urinary tract!
basketball on broken glass
good vibez inside abandoned frats
fighting on the fire escape
the spermy image icing cake
so many in that single bedroom in
the zoologic goodall wooten
ah, the goodall woo
ah, the goodall woo
“coat hanger in the redbox”
coat hangers in the redbox on 39th
selling copies of Black Ops at the Best Buy
close to getting goddamn high
the rich exiled princes on this homely street
are near chevron angling for strips of sixteen
on the corner of this goddamn drive
city’s starving in my eyes
skirting glaring borrowed time
junk is wearing fastened lives
think the parked cars look behind
unpaid bill for the buy-in beer
what score is next is crystal clear
don’t let the deer in the headlights get to you
city’s starving in my eyes
skirting glaring borrowed time
junk is wearing fastened lives
think the parked cars look behind
close to getting goddamn high
corner of this goddamn drive
police flashlights get me shy
4am I feel alive
“lilac”
I had lilac dreams with you lying back with me
drawing constellations and smoking your weed
aching with the wisdom I don’t want inside of me
hating THC
I loved you a few untrue days
I hung on every word you say
I drugged myself and tried to fade
existentially unmade
manic or romantic schemes
paranoiac antique themes
propinquity don’t seem serene
I keep tryin’ to turn her green
I meant words with an acid tongue
I spent a tepid wealth of love
lilac persona’s not enough
exoskeleton bankrupt
but I had lilac dreams with you lying back with me
drawing constellations and smoking your weed
aching with the wisdom I don’t want inside of me
that THC
“indigo child”
only the evening gets a rise
from you denim woman disguised
it’s no surprise yr indigo
you seem uneasily amused
but it’s a dispassionate ruse
‘cause I’ve seen you… really go
what’s driving you wild, indigo child
yr psychic of the past
how nothing ever lasts
yr eyes are cast deep indigo
you’ve seen imaginary hues
you know I’ve seen them too
if only you and me could be ghosts
what’s driving you wild, indigo child
yr blue and black inside behind yr smile
go mile after mile… all the while
yr something wild, indigo child
“kashmir dreaming”
kashmir dreaming on cyclone beds
old souls with too much time inside their heads
this age is meant for some escapism
mistaken sentiment for my wisdom
promised I’ll always be your mess
don’t say your concern is burlesque
no more words that I can narrate
when is my time to dissipate
zoologic Woo 