"Safe Space" Lyrics:

I wrapped my bed in leaves while,
While you shivered in the cold.
I sat there by the fire again,
And you got older,
And I got older.

Until I woke up and found
That you, that you, that you, that you 
Had read my mind, had read my mind.
You saw straight through my lies.
You knew I was young, young and naive.
Naive.

Oh, I ran away from it.
Oh, it came, it came, it came like a fever.
Couldn't shake it (x2)
With the leaves like (x2)
The cold,
Like the cold.

The warmth that I felt when I woke up, ah
Was all thanks, all thanks, all thanks
To you.
You.
(You x2).

Safe Space

"Blisters" Lyrics:

Take it easy, Baby.
Cold, cold the floor's so cold,
But do not worry cuz,
No one's coming to save you.
It's just you drifting out in space,
Up in your room,
Taking place are so many dominos.

You're getting older,
And she won't be there to
Tuck your hair behind your ear
And pat your shoulder
For the wonderful job that you have done.
Cuz the shine will shine
Whether you could die
In a million breaths.
It doesn't care about you either way.

Just another day or it could be the day.
One word, a couple letters,
And it's not the same.
But please, don't tame your love.
It's gonna hurt no matter what,
So just run headlong:

You're gonna bust your lips.
You're gonna bust your heart.
You're gonna blister up your hands.
You're gonna fall down, fall apart.
But one day, you'll land, you'll be stronger than you could've thought.
Cuz it's what you've been taught.

Photograph: Taken about 4 years ago on Redbird 35mm Film at Lake Berryessa in Winters, CA of one of my closest friendos, Richie Rich. He is the one playing the guitar bit in this song, which we made up on the fly one evening in a garage. You can hear the heater kick on halfway through the song. Gotta love it.

Blisters

"Pretend" Lyrics:

Curdled milk,
Dry oatmeal,
Kicking the walls,
Screaming, screaming,
"I hate you."
I do, I do, I do, I do, I do.

And I don't know how to tell you,
But I do in my mind,
Every night, oh every night,
But I bite my lip when I see your face.

It's a disgrace how much, how much, how much of a coward I am.

Someday, someday, someday I hope to tell you
With words maybe not, but maybe with a finger or two:
How much I fucking hate, oh I hate ya'.
Oh, I do.

(I do, I do, I do, I do, I don't, I don't, I don't, I don't, I love you).

Photograph: Taken about 4 years ago on Kodak 400 35mm Film near Oak Park in Sacramento.

Pretend

"Myrtle Street" Lyrics:

(Myrtle, Myrtle, Myrtle) A Driveby
(Myrtle, Myrtle, Myrtle) Oh, is it the last time?
(Myrtle, Myrtle, Myrtle) For me to see the sky?
(Myrtle, Myrtle, Myrtle)

Sun on my face,
Going downhill,
Fast as the wind:
I know this is my best day,
Soon on the clay,
Baking the frame
The dew whispering,

"Oh, you've come a long, long way
Oh, to be stopped on this day,
But the universe doesn't care
About your little body, body
Days of the week, days of the week,
Are on repeat:
Where is your home now?"

Photograph: Taken about 4 years ago on Redbird 35mm Film in Old Town Sacramento, on the docks

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