I don’t got what I deserve but I don’t want it anyway
These thoughts keep drifting further and further
I keep sinking lower and lower
I can’t believe it’s gotten this bad

I think these thoughts – they come to me
There’s coyotes howling in the valley
Rest assured, are you so sure, of anything anymore, 
Are you so sure, of anything anymore
Are you so sure, of anything anymore

Two broken bones, one bloody nose
Though I’m quite sure I deserved that
I don’t believe in anything that I can understand
I’m slowly dealing with the past
I’m working on this low-key deathwish

Day to day like cats to heaven
I hope that I am on the guest list
But if I die before I wake I’ll sure come back a horse or something
I’ll sure come back a horse or something
A horse or something

One by one we count to ten
& one by one we go to bed
We miss the dead like everyday
It takes some time to learn to say
"They’re dead and gone, and they’re not coming back"
"They’re dead and gone, and they’re not coming back"

But still I have this one strange dream 
Where Sam is waving down at me
He’s watching over all his friends
And family, especially Pete 
The Patron Saint of Small Town Healing
The Patron Saint of Small Town Healing
The Patron Saint of Small Town Healing

Patron Saint Of Small Town Healing

CASTAWAY

cactus

I Might Need a Random Love

Holding

Strangers Falling Into Place

Pretty Lost

EASY COME / EASY GO

i still wouldn't leave you

Deck The Halls

die on your feet

Written & Sung by Coodust (Josh Maya), Guitar & Harmony by THOMAS FURR

Red Rocks

Oh we ran out past the wheat fields
Past the old wishing well
Where the cattle graze
So we smiled at them like watermelons
Or like cattle ourselves
Oh all the work that we must do will be done, another day

Gravity was doing her thing
Wind whistling, sweat trickling 
Down your lacy dress
We laid down in the tall tall grass
Beneath the pines
Oh you know I kissed you in that grass
Shoulders and all
Until we were just two trees leaning
On our hands and our knees
A mountain on a mountain side
But all stones make finer stones make finer stones
To be sand

Oh, we came upon a river running
So cool & so lean
With no place it needs to be
It just flows in, then flows out
Then before you know
It ain’t the same no more
So, I had to jump on in,
Oh we jumped right in, we jumped right in
You let your blouse flow down stream
I let the warheads fly
And we just kinda floated right there 
On our backs
On our backs      
I guess there really ain’t no place for a river to be
I guess there really ain’t no place for a river to be

No Place For A River To Be

1. WAKE UP, IF YOU CAN

THE BEAST WILL DANCE

LILACS

Wolflobster

Orange Fields

Two years, four sublets, one apartment, some couch surfing, a couple four on the floor drum samples inspired by a lot of N.W.A. and When In Rome, an RC-3 loop station, one polyphonic octave generator, a $60 brandless electric guitar, a few weathered field recordings, some heavy reverb, several stemless live wav files, a good ole fashioned heartbreak mended with time, meditation, self love, camping and vino = 
E N N U I - D O L B E.

S E R A, S E R A

E N N U I - D O L B E

Folk, lo-fi, experimental, somber, desert music

Day by Day

Thomas Furr

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