Afterimage sets upon the broken sky a bird of fear,

Descends upon sleeping streets,
fallen cities, broken bones,

Faces twisted skyward find - ripples on the water - something stirs inside the empty - old embrace of time’s cold memory - all the fear and all the struggle - golden human calls the drummer - golden human calls the drummer down

Blue phase fall

Days fall

Dreaming summer wish you would, speaking words she never heard, deafening cold pours from eyes we couldn’t hold,

Memories no one understood,

They never saw the shadow fall, the cable snapped - the painted wall
The rhythm and the pattern break the rhythm and the pattern

Into view the monster drags its bloated frame of broken stones and pain

Something falls into the cold
Like it took the world apart
Take another bad asset, better not look there, better not blinded afterimage
Fall, and this mounting fury in a world that nearly couldn’t claim but always ends the same what’s broke can you fix it
never gonna pay if we can’t face it down
if we knew that fear if we faced it
if we knew that all locks
unlock

Boom, fall
Days, fail

Great black wings a burning bird, mounts the sky of dreaming earth
tell it to the water - to the water - tell the water - tell the water- tell the water -tell the water
I’m
there

hear about it photograph photograph
hear about it tell the hunter hear about it
hear about it call the drummer

Un-lock
Boom... we fall

Afterimage (feat. Liz Melina Godoy Nieto)

I’ll take you
To autumn
And we’ll stay
Down the coast
Of someplace
I could go

I’ve seen the best
Things they flicker
At the edge of light
Let the gutters fill with blood
I’ve got

I’ll take you
To autumn
And we’ll stay
Down the coast
Of someplace
I could go

Of Somewhere (I Could Go)

This is lockjaw, been inside too long
This is lockjaw, been inside too long

Thunder it makes my head hit the, floor
Pounding in like my fist at a, door
Separate isolat-ed

There’s a terror that comes with being so, bored
Crises don’t wake me up any-more
Separate isolat-ed

This is lockjaw, been inside too long

Voices detuned just shout at the, wall
The further ahead the further to, fall
Definite article - mine

Face to the window lost in the, hall
Hope it would seem is nothing at, all
Faces turned skyward are, blind

Thunder it makes my head hit the, floor
Pounding in like my fist at a, door
Separate isolat-ed

There’s a terror that comes with being so, bored
Crises don’t wake me up any-more
Separate isolat-ed

The picture is perfect words for the, score
They tell me it’s what the future is, for
Separate isolat-ed

Nothing is real that wasn’t be-fore
Birds are all quiet the wolf’s at the, door
Outside the cinema

BEUHON