I stained my lips on your beauty
I fed on your body until it ruined me
Every secret life, every blurry
Never minding whatever would become of me

I don’t understand what makes it strange
Or weirder than the way we buy our graves
I can’t comprehend any other way
Is that so bizarre?

I don’t understand but I suppose
Making sense of this whole universe
Could come if we connected our dos cuerpos
Is that so bizarre?

I stained my lips on your beauty
Devoured your body until it ruined me
Every secret life, every blurry
Never minding whatever would become of me

I still don’t understand what made it strange
Or weirder than the way we bought our graves
I couldn’t comprehend any other way
It was too bizarre

I didn’t understand but I suppose
We made sense of this whole universe
When we finally connected our dos cuerpos
We were that bizarre


Dos Cuerpos (home demo 1.14.14)

I placed my hand on her heart
She said we’d spend the night falling in love
We sweat it up in the dark
A powdered mirror and a bed of drugs

Weekend

She said, “It’s hard to forget.”
“Sometimes,” I said, “it’s all in your head.”
“I’ve learned to live with regrets.
I could learn to live with you too, I guess.”

We can

Neuter a dog
Spay a stray cat
Sneeze over shed hair

Weak hands

Rings on the third
Toes on the shore
Fairest of the fair

Weird sands

Father a girl
Mother a boy
Twin smoke in the air

Wean them

Retire the north
Arthritic and stoned
Uncovered dead in our stares

This weekend we can work it out

Weekend (home demo 1.16.14)

I met a woman
In a smoking room
I held her breath in my lungs
And pointed to the fullest white moon
She pulled away towards a fire pit
Then whispered, “Baby soon, soon, soon.”

I’ve met this kind of woman before
In the many smoking rooms
Their many breaths into my lungs
But this one strummed guitar wherever she could
She’d sing, “Before we reach the moon
Let’s catch a fa-la-la-la fa-lling star.”

So I left with the woman
An empty smoking room
Exchanging final breaths into our lungs
Before we took off for the fullest white moon
And halfway there we lost our way
She hit a comet, met her doom, doom, doom
How was I saved? I’ll never know
But to this day my life’s been in ruins, ruins, ruins

I met another woman years later
In that same smoking room
And as her breath filled my lungs
I coughed up blood on to her open-toed shoes
Apologized “I’m really sorry. I should quit.
These last two… here they are for you.
But you should really quit too,
Smoking rooms are no good for a girl like you
With lungs so pure.”

The Smoking Room (home demo 12.16.13)

She left me in my sleep
Only to return in my dreams
I let the shadows sneak a peek
But she belongs to me

I’ll never leave our bed
These sheets are earth above my chest
A shadow hid between her breasts
And I left it there

I don’t believe it’s love
But I believe in her

She is my religion
She tempts me with her sins
I taste her blood in my wine
She sends me to hell

She is my religion
She strips and summons me with a sigh
I kneel and beg her for a smile
She forgives me with her kiss

I don’t believe it’s love
But I believe it could be when I am inside of her

She Is My Religion (home demo 3.11.14)

Outside
It’s a windy night
Your scent takes over all the air
My mouth waters
I can tell that you’re not dry
Inside
It’s perfect darkness
You’re warm enough to keep my secrets 
And you can tell that all the rest before me never had enough to hide

It’s true
There is truth in the Cascabel      

Fog the mirrors
Our visions and our highs
With our sweat, our swears, and our sex spent air
Let our hearts murmur
Our limbs, our lives, our legends now intertwined
For the rest of time
It’s perfect darkness
We’ll light up again once in our most deepest
And we won’t speak to any other souls at all, lost or divine

It’s come true
There was truth in the Cascabel

Outside
It’s still a windy night
Your spells returned us fresh new air
A precious burden
I delight in the way you almost look alive
But inside
Always the perfect darkness
My blessed, cursed, fevered weakness
Peel the skin, roast the flesh, powder down the bones and ingest 

It’s true
Taste the truth of the Cascabel

El Cadejo