Had that dream again. Where we were Siamese twins, and I'd follow you everywhere.

My skin gets thicker, covered in needles and spikes.

It's one part Revelation, two part Psalms.

Like the dog outside that says it owns the street.

Well I ain't no dog, but I can bite.

I can't stop this wagon we're on. This ride might be our last.

Sea-monkeys, blue Mr.Freeze. A permanent stain on the carpet of my memory.

This is it, no epiphany.

We'll dot the eye and we'll give it some life. Bring it to life.

Make it over with some paint and a blowtorch.

Break the cycle of work and sleep and work and sleep

No its not The Judds or country music or even a cover. Vocal, guitar, drums, and 6 string bass. And the sound that you make And the sound that you say I know that in that sound And it isn't what you found And my eyes Yes they're open…

Made for Sound-in 2nd March 2019

Source: Guitar

Source: Guitar

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