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Run Conejo Run
05:11
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If we could just lay still,
maybe we'd find some peace.
So run, run, conejo run,
run, run, run.
This valley is full of terror,
and the wolves roam the hills.
So run, run, conejo run.
Run, run, run.
Carefully, now.
They're hiding in the shadows.
Quickly, now.
No time to dig our way home.
The only relief was in death,
but the great famine is over
and the rain comes fast.
No more sun, exposing us.
Don't fall into comfort to soon,
brown or green this brush still hides teeth.
Wait coyote, wait,
but the gods didn't make them that way.
Carefully, now.
They're hiding in the shadows.
Quickly, now.
No time to dig our way home.
We have to run,
we will always have to run.
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2. |
Dirty Sheets
03:19
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I never felt more alone
than in that hospital room
with the evil that I let grow
like a babe in the womb
and i just want to spend the night
in someone else's bed
let me bury my head
in the one place you might be ashamed of
it's hard for me to put into words or melody
the humble realization of my own mortality
and i just want to be told i'm home
in a place i've never been
won't you take me for a ride
in your car or through your mind
and then straight back to your bead.
No alarms, no machines
no more fighting alone
just your legs under dirty sheets
Only warmth, only breath
only lips and fingers
no more strictly dreaming of death.
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3. |
Love Song
04:47
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It's funny,
it's funny i know.
keeping our eyes peeled,
for what's in plain view.
So tell me, what have you done,
besides drink, drink lie and run.
Well who am I to judge,
all of the women who've left me in a puddle
of my own piss and blood.
They'd be tickled by this one.
Rightfully, cheering you on.
Feeling so hopeless, sleeping all day.
The prison of mind is the only way.
So lie to your family about dying inside,
sneak down to the ocean for a place to hide.
Well it's no fun, when you're the one.
Who's less important than getting fucked up.
So punch me in the heart, leave me alone.
Rub my face in the mud and then send me home.
But i can't help but hoping that it's not true.
That I'm doomed to spend much more time uncertain about you.
I'm ready to start, when you're ready to stop.
I'm ready to stop, when you're ready to start.
It's no fun, It's no fun.
We're less important than getting fucked up.
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4. |
Daydreams
03:50
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Stay in bed,
daydreaming of the dead men.
There's no time,
where your love has gone.
Hold my hand,
while we whisper to your body.
I'll hold tight,
while you fall asleep.
Eyes sink in.
Soon body will be empty.
Spirits shake, out of their shells.
No feigning strength.
Let the doctor put the pills down.
Soon you'll see,
with brand new eyes.
Tell me what you see,
when you're finally free,
from the intoxicated dream.
Lavender moon rises.
Quiet earth quake.
Silently, spinning.
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5. |
Without A Word
04:19
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Did I just see your soul?
Deep blue, white and black.
I've never been this close,
to becoming a blur.
Of two into one.
Entangled, twisted up.
Where do you end and I begin?
In the darkness melting in.
Can I take a closer look?
at our precious holy sin.
Tired eyes are heading down.
Can we see with our eyes closed,
Off to the world?
Shaking bodies together.
Quiet now.
Where do you end and I begin?
In the darkness melting in.
Nobody else can see.
Nobody else has heard.
The secret parts of me.
That you've called without a word.
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everyone dies Thousand Oaks, California
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