01 Spin The Bottle

05 Playing With Coins

04 HOPE

03 CA Coming Down

02 What Day Is It

Dedicated to Redlands CA

Lyrics 

“Home, or…”

So the money has been spent
And the bank account’s running dry
But there are tickets on the nightstand Waiting for a flight
Because I’m going home now
If only I knew where that was
LAX printed on a stub in bold ink
So I’m going home, where all my family and friends rest
Sadly I can’t see them since I’ve changed and I swear they are the same
Yea I’m going home now and there are things that I miss
Like bike rides on sunset

And we got a lay over in New York but we wont stay
It will be tempting and I’ll say hey we can cash our chips in anyways
And Brooklyn’s pretty nice this time of year I’m told
She said you act like a man who wants to change his name
Going back doesn’t mean plant roots and staying

So I’m going home but I wont go without a fight
Yea, I’ll be half way sober before getting on that connecting flight
Just to get lost in that californiacation state of mind
Full drugs, sex and lies
While whiskey still stains my breath
But I’ve been trying to keep my head on straight between the coastlines
Fog lights on the 405
Star blinded eyes in the cesspool of Hollywood 
Where all the young ladies get told they were made for the big screen
Models in there high wasted jeans
Oh they’re all so god damn pretty
As they believe every line that a west coast mans feeds off to them
And I’m not better then that

Talking through the nights of all the places we could go
Chelsea, Portland, then Long Beach California rolls off her lips again
Like returning to that that State was an option when leaving
She says what would you have us do? We’ve never been happier there
And this last years been hell, at times I doubted we’d even make it through

So I’m heading home, to orange blossoms in bloom
Shooting empty whiskey bottles thrown up at the moon
Yea, I’m heading home to get asked all the same questions
Like where have you been? How was it? whats next? And how long you plan on staying
While Austin says it will be good to get my feet back on the ground
In a place where I don’t have to look before I walk, like prospect park
But this city is a haunted hallow 
Full of streets and old buildings that eco stories with the seasons
Winters nights bring back a bleached blond girl in the snow
Famous family memories that no one else remember
And these ghost make me howl, howl, howl, at the morning light

But when that plain touch down in LA I wont tell a soul
Backpacked ready, weapons out, and I’m laying low
Out in Joshua Tree, I hear the train whistle blowing
And it sounds like those hounds from hell
She says, you don’t have to tell anyone your coming back
But the holidays will get so lonely with your family 10 miles away
Just do whatever you have to do to get through the day…

So have another drinking, it’s Christmas Eve (x4)

And I’m back home…


Home, ....

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Lyrics

“Sleeping Winter” (Wolf Trap Part IV)

A twisted tong tied in between teeth 
Rapping words and smiles in gold
Taken what is given, sold, and owed
She keeps Jesus on a rosary around her neck
Turns her back at the end of every sentence 
Then slides back in the chair

Oh, the room where your mother sleeps
The part where the story becomes fantasia 
And we trade names because it’s a body were in need of
Putting that body to bed

It’s the double split path
Where foot prints and bodies get stained
Now it’s just his face on here cheek
But she use to Send spoke signals 
And the wind would take her cigarette smoke 
Out the window to sweet San Diego

Oh, the damn town where I sleep
Ripping out the pages of the story
And we forget names because it’s a body were in need of
Putting that body to bed

She lets her hips talk when she lost for word
But Marie your golden red cloak is splitting at the seems
So (I’ll) keep Blessing the wings in your spine
Trying to push the pieces in place
It’s the hope that making them fit
She whispers by biting her lip

That’s the secret 

Put that body to bed
Put that wolf to rest
Put that body to bed
Putting this wolf to rest


Sleeping December (Wolf Trap Part IV)

Rio Devore is a singer-song writer in
Seattle WA

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