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It's not over yet
It's not over yet
Make the bed and then get dressed
Feed your pet and yet again
It's not over yet
It's not over yet
It's not over yet, over yet, not yet

There is a burden to bear
Deeply rooted in me
Play out some form of recursion
It's living except for a fee
You climb until you reach the end, where's the lift to carry you up
Form some habits along the way, repeat until the day you drop
Schedule and make a plan, but what if the plan derails
A routine to get through the day, but the repetition's wearing you down

It's not over yet
It's not over yet
Make the bed and then get dressed
Feed your pet and yet again
It's not over yet
It's not over yet
It's not over yet, over yet, not yet

The routine died, the routine died, the routine died, why
The routine died, the routine died, the routine died, why

The routine died, why
Monotony left behind
If you could be let out of your cage
Then you would be freed of monotony
Monotony
Sail beyond, sail beyond
And shed all of this weight
All of this weight, all of this weight
Sail beyond, sail beyond
And shed all of this weight
All of this weight, all of this weight
Sail beyond, you could sail beyond

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Falling High

O SON LOS TOROS EN LA NIEBLA

Oscuro atardecer, 
los toros en la niebla,
polvo de tierra, faz,
fieras del agua seca.

Lamento de arena,
camas de piedra, selva,
la noche vive azul,
revés del alma abierta.

Brebaje de alacrán,
traspasa la vereda,
paraje circular,
viento de sal y hierba.

CRÉDITOS:
Orlando Anaya Rosales: Batería.
José Alfredo Alvarado Márquez: Guitarras.
Carlos Lino Donato: Teclados y piano.
Akane: Portada.
Sojue Stradac: Composición, mezcla, master, letras, bajo, guitarras, teclados, voz.

SILENCIOS

O son los toros en la niebla

I don’t mind
Of your wounded head
If you take what’s mine
Then you just take what you get

Take what you want from me
Say what you need to me
Take what you want from me
But take! Take! Take! Take!

It’s not like anything you see you can take it
Was it that easy anyone would have made it
It’s not like anything that hurts you can escape it
Uh, would I be here? Uh, would you be with me

Everyday you’re closer
Everyday we’re closer to the
Source of being that spat you like puke
Putrid scenes await ‘fore the tomb

Tears fall, wet the floor,
Clear forms of terror
Constrain me to clean it all
While bleeding uncapable
To rise

I don’t mind
Of your wounded head 
If you take what’s mine
Then you just take what you get 

I lie dead gone
White sky above,
Crying “why’d u abandon
Mine eyes, dead god?”

It’s night 
Another bottle won’t save
This tortured soul, this
Tortured skull 
Breezing, ‘cause it’s night again
And I’m breathing
Cause it’s night again
And i realised
All others 
Are simply just another
Side 
In this mad world
Is there another way to live?
Another bottle
And I’m craving
Another bottle of whisky and I’m..

Another bottle (where’s mine?)
Another bottle (I’m dead )
Another bottle (I’m craving, it’s bleeding)

Where’s mine? (I’m dead)
Just save me
Just save me from myself

It’s no reason to live
No reason to live at all

No reason to live
No reason no reason
It’s no reason to live at all.

Prison

'Please won't you tell me a story
of when, you we're little
Like me, when you ran with the sea'

Your children will love to hear all your stories of when you were a kid.  They will ask you to tell them over and over.  These stories will be how the people you love remember you.  As long as someone carries that story into the future, and as long as people care, your stories are immortal.  Stories escape death.  That's why the stories you tell yourself about yourself really fucking matter.  

-Donevan Dragonetti
@donevan_dragonetti
@dondragonetti
@DonevanDragonetti

Stories

STORIES

Eat Your Heart Out

BE A DEVIL
 
(Bm/D/A/Bm) x 4
bridge: (C/Bm/C/Bm/C/Bm/C#7/F#7)
(Bm/D/A/Bm) x 2

Thinks she’s hot
With the black around her eyes
Tries to look bad
But she’s an angel in disguise

Sharpened up her nails
And filed her teeth
Nobody’s fooled
She’s a softie underneath

She shaved half her head
And she’s covered in tattoos
Inked all over
With reds and greens and blues

And she puts on clothes
Like the Whore of Babylon 
Such a nice girl
Ain’t seducing anyone 

Be a devil
Be a devil
Be a devil
Be a devil 

Gotta get evil
Gotta be more nihilistic 
Gotta break some rules
Gotta buy some darker lipstick

Gott love the darkness
And hate the light 
Gotta  be a devil 
And you’ll be all right.

Copyright  Tim Holden  September 2024

Be A Devil

Fossils in your eyes

Skyscrapers

Cover of Casual by Chappell Roan ft. Clay

The Lights Go On, The Music Dies

Casual (ft. Clay)

In the days of bare knuckle boxing a line was drawn in sand. If you got knocked over you had ten seconds to get back on your feet and step up to the line.  Guess we all have days like that.  Piano David JW Murray and sax David McDonald. Thanks for listening.

Years to Date

Step Up to the Line

The album version of the single released as a dedication to those impacted by the Grenfel Tower and Manchester Bombing incidents. Contains more depth of strings and keys.

Prison

Prophet of lies

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