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1.
BONNIE ARMS 03:34
BONNIE ARMS Bonnie learned to twist from her father was she was just 13 And she’s been swinging her hips ever since if you know what I mean She always grabs a cart at the shopping mart With no intention of filling it But some soup, smokes and milk are a start Lord knows she doesn’t no when to quit She never looks both ways crossing the street As she lights another cigarette The bags under her eyes swing to the beat Je regrette, je regrette But She still finds time to dance, to dance, to dance the night away So far away x 2….where everything is made of tinsel and gold lame One room studio with a view of the alley Decorated by a life on all fours She was thinking of naming the cat before it got sick on the tv Like daddy said, if you want a treat you got to do your chores She often wonders why they can’t make a remote that doesn’t need batteries Everything is always running out on her Half a string of Christmas lights light her toiletries Pas de compare, pas de comparison But She still finds time to dance, to dance, to dance the night away So far away x 4….where everything is made tinsel and gold lame Night shifts at the nursing home are a home Away from her home sick heart She’d rather walk amongst the dead than be alone She finds their end is where she’d like to start( or avec amour) There is no more time to kill The mop glides itself across the floor She watches as her eyes fill Avec amore… (spoken) (she sees love through dead grey eyes even tired hearts can find the beat her island waits as the ocean dries and the danceless find their feet) one more chance to dance, to dance, to dance the night away So far away x4 ….where everything is made tinsel and gold lame …
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THE ELEVATOR WEEPS FOR HER She feels, she feels, she feels too much She fears, she fears, she fears too much To dare to leave anything to chance She thinks, she thinks, she thinks too much She shrinks, she shrinks, she shrinks too much To dare to take the smallest chance white tennis shoes and pantyhose hunt her one room studio There’s something wrong, she takes too long 10000 tiny plastic barrettes fight to tame her tangled mess She takes too long, there’s something wrong But she can’t live in air alone…as the doors will open and…close She curses that damn elevator, always trying to bring her down It won’t be long before it’s gone She pushes the dreaded button watching it happen again There’s something wrong, she takes to long They open and close x4 or just 1 The elevator weeps for her x4 Bringing her down to the ground with the sound….(bing…street noise.) She feels, she feels, she feels, she feels, her feet hit the street She hears, she hears, she hears her heart beat Against her cage screaming bloody (murder) (rise to abrupt end) She squints, she squints, she squints from the light She sprints, she sprints, she sprints for her life From red to green mercy or murder.
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Franconia notch Little black jaguar purrs through the wood Two black mirrors are lost on her eyes She’s not running but this is no round trip She thinks she may have made up her mind this time She headed north like any good intellectual would Only the lightest of minds can go south in times No, these things thrive on the dark and the cool To much sky can unravel the tightest of minds Ch: She stops and a red covered bridge as her phone vibrates She gently sets it on the windowsill to decide its own fate She wonders if this little bridge will ever forgive her cowardice As she climbs deeper into the darkened mist… Of the Franconia notch x3 so much more than just another. her thoughts are lost as the cat crawls soon she she’ll be far enough, deep enough she hears nothing but the winds resistance she gives into the beast’s hunger for distance her foot rests heavy as the trees hurry their pace blocking out what little is left of the day she enjoys this dark too much to illuminate as the asphalt fades away it only makes her crave… more distance she runs on like a bead of blood dripping down it’s vein until she sees, like in a dream, a great bulk blocking her way her foot remains committed to its task but her eyes harbor doubts and as she gets closer she see the steam shoot from it’s mouth both have set their course and don’t plan on veering from the path the will of nature has brought them together an will have it’s rath the great dear lowers it’s rack readying for impact as the black cat leaps, teeth and claws drawn for the attack there’s no turning back (crash) in the Franconia notch…so much more than just another…notch
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DELMAR ROSE 04:48
THE LAST DELMAR ROSE (dagger dust) The newly weds left the church on a chain of mules Dragging soup cans lit up by lantern fuel They’re headed to a town just west of caliente By way of the extraterrestrial highway Lo poco que sabían, Their first home was built to be there last Of stone, mortar, timber and glass Everyday he entered the cool earth with a smile Leaving his rose glowing with denial Lo poco que sabían, lo poco lo poco x2 The hard fought gold paved this new town Swelling with pride and increasing it’s ground Nothing like treasure to make the reaper come As the dagger dust ripped through the young men’s lungs Lo poco que sabían n, lo poco lo poco An opera house was built to house all the widows Tragedy ruled the house without windows Poor Rose always sat in the first row She was known to never to miss a show Lo poco que sabían, lo poco lo poco Sometimes fire is the only way to escape the heat All was a glow on the widow maker’s main street And all the water in the meadow valley wash Wouldn’t dare do anything rash Lo poco que sabían, lo poco lo poco x2 New homes of rod iron sprung up from the ground With granite floors and a view of the clouds She was the last to join the endless rows Marked by the buds of the last Delmar rose Lo poco que sabían, Lo poco que sabían x3 lo poco lo poco lo poco lo poco lo poco lo poco lo poco lo poco Lo poco que sabían
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HE ALWAYS BRINGS THE CAR AROUND his eyes never leave the blind as the zebra stripes take on the feline she’s in the same old story so far over his head it floors me he knows the secret is silence, like the beauty of potential violence With his creepy little patience he waits relaxed, ready to be tense. To attack He always brings the car around, waiting for a look, a sound, a hook He directs the scene in his mind Act one, the lovers meet for the first time in a rush She misses her bus He offers her a lift with a gentleman’s touch She draws blank on his face, as he waits for her to name his fate She screams at the top of her lungs, and he turns to see the taxi come He always brings the car around, waiting for a look, a sound, a hook She don’t love she’s loved x4 he loves not to be loved x4 Good things come to those who wait Except for those who wait for good things to happen he knows she’ll live forever, she alone pulls her own tether he envies her blind thirst, it’s the kind of curse he could handle he just wants a chance to see her dancing x2 at both ends of the candle She don’t love she’s loved x4 he loves not to be loved She don’t love she’s loved x3 He loves not to be loved… he just wants a chance to see her dancing
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LA CHARME 04:10
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Liver and Onions Liver and onions in a long black dress She hides her mane against the bricks Remember this, a pretty witch She’s never seen a human but she watches them on TV…Living the dream they reminds her, that she’s hungry, she has needs…anything that bleeds She sleeps like a tiger on her back In a room all painted black Designed to hide the cracks of a storied past Her manly kisses remind you she’s half bow and half arrow…the margin is narrow She hangs you, on the wall strung up, on your sorrows….no need for tomorrow Her wine soaked lips have spun Your tale into knots not to be undone Red bullets drip from her tongue And you gladly drink from the fountain….mounting the mountain Roses on quartz in a sea of green The ships slip into the sea She chose you to be free One last chance to feel lonely… she here for you only
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PARK TERRACE 04:12
park terrace Open up to the air open up to your doors Our awning will cover you Our stairs will carry you All you have to do is dress the part Well oh well, we tried, we tried you Its been up to you, up till now, till now it’s up One flash will catch you, when you want to….fall And with a click, It’s forever, forever forgotten Blind beauty knows no better call With the dark, it severs, it severs the sun ON the Sunday times front page High heels, heel to no one, They heal no one. They just poke holes, in the first story ever told, in the worst story ever told But lets tell it again, with more color With more leather, with more animal hair We’ll take a page from the middle, and skip the end Ring, don’t answer x4 ….they only want it all And with a click it’s forever, forever forgotten True beauty knows no better call And with the sun we’ll feather, we’ll feather, the bed as bedlam reigns a new age true beauty’s prettiest cage.
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TEMPEST LE MANS in C Rain fills the bucket seats In his new cover…able Traveling through longitudinal tunnels To park at her stable y-body why not a body suit descending down the grand stand her green skin meets the vinyl seat for a swim her eyes avoiding him don’t worry about the future and the hell with the rest this is our drive this is our day this is this don’t be afraid to lose focus and give into the tempest this is our life this is our grave this is this is this is she paints her eyes in the sun visor she adjusts her scarf for falling rain lipstick kisses stick to the window pane out into the sugar cane the tempest lures them ashore as the waves wash away the showers their bare feet from the beach spring like flowers coast free from cowards water on water on bare skin, drowning the lovers of old as the sun gives into the horizon, we’ll have it cast in gold as his siren is blue and red lit, handcuffs are always custom fit. don’t hide from a sin written by sheep with out wolves this is our skin this is our thread this is this don’t believe them when they tell you, you can’t get to heaven in a gto this is our spin this is our tread this is this is this is THIS IS THIS THIS IS
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released February 4, 2015

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