B-Sides - TippingTheScale

Swimming in the black, I take a breath with each wake on my back
And I never want to seem like I’m weak when I’m free
And I take but I won’t give back, it’s all me, all I have
And I preach but can’t arise to the call of falling tides

So much for you and me
How dense are you to believe in such a thing?
For every heart you break, there’s a wing for me to clip
No matter how the fabric’s cut, we just don’t fit

So much for you and me
How dense are you to believe in such a thing?
For every mouth you close there’s a place for me to spit
Even if you won’t, I know she’ll swallow it

You’ll all be fed, gutted, and bled
While I’m a black dog dancing in the blood
Because I’m the only thing I could ever learn to love

Lipstick pig in “midnight red” when I sleep in your bed
You always wanted more and I just want your head between my legs

Lipstick Pig

Sedona Lizard 4

A cover of one of my favorite songs, by Kings of Convenience, blended with my Space Jazz influence.

The Strange

tides.

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