The words in my mouth, were more alive than I was.

The words in my mouth, were more alive than I was.

Joel Parmer.
Boise.
Twenty one years old.
Musician.
Cook.

Here’s a song I wrote yesterday and did a rough recording of via my cell phone:

Urban Undertow

I’m the coffee stain on your favorite lace,
I’m the evacuation of your common place
I’m the gap that bridges all the states
That brought you to this.

You’re the alcoholic stain on my favorite jacket
You’re the overcast sky, no one else knows how black it is
You’re my number one, but you can’t be at all fanatic.
How can this be safe?

As uncomfortable, as an unwanted visit
As my fate explodes.
And I think you know, that I stood at the entrance
Although I know it’s closed.

This felt audited, not regarding finances
And I would go for broke, taking my chances.
An urban undertow, pulling and grasping
Is how this city flows.

As uncomfortable, as an unwanted visit
As my fate explodes.
And I think you know, that I stood at the entrance
Although I know it’s closed

Dads

Dads

Produce

Produce

Mandatory work bathroom pic/old ass Prawn shirt.

Mandatory work bathroom pic/old ass Prawn shirt.

Sorting these moldy fruitz earlier. :(

Sorting these moldy fruitz earlier. :(

Sriracha and sriracha 2.0

Sriracha and sriracha 2.0

PTSBBAM

PTSBBAM

Boise, on July 6th.

Boise, on July 6th.