Source: Guitar

Made for Sound-in 2nd March 2019

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…

Break the cycle of work and sleep and work and sleep

Make it over with some paint and a blowtorch.

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

Summertime, you know I'm on to you.

This is it, no epiphany.

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

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

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

Like the dog outside that says it owns the street.

It's one part Revelation, two part Psalms.

My skin gets thicker, covered in needles and spikes.

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

What makes it float, also makes it sink.

A desperate heart breaks, slip it in a briefcase.