The Stabbing

Recorded during Juno 1/27/2915 and at Smash 1/30/2015

Social Engineering

Recorded 2013 with live drums added at Smash Studio I 1/30/2015

Takin' It All (Down To The River)

Recorded 2013 with live drums added Smash Studio I 12/30/2015

The Shooter's Bible

I wiped the sweat from your head
As you lay on the floor in my arms
Shaking with eyes rolled back
I just kept repeating your name softly
Waiting for the gasp of breath
As I brushed the hair from your face
I could see you as you once were
Just a little girl dreaming
Even the blue veins pulsing slowly
in your neck seemed to rock up and down
Like gentle waves
One hand limp and palm up
Fingers seemed to play
An invisible piano, a song
Even you did not know you'd learned
I pretended to hear the melody
And softly your name
Became the chorus

Your Name Is My Password

These plastic snakes drinking from my arms
The blood sleep underneath me
My heart makes a city that we all watch
Drift off down the corridors
The long black faces talking quietly
They say I'm going home
The bones are finally well defined
Please hold my head up so I can see you
One more (last) time
To tell you now that you mean everything
And thanks for keeping me company
No one knows this more than me
We drove it right into a wall
We drove it right into a wall

We Drove It Right Into A Wall

This is a song inspired by a case I saw where a mother was supporting her husband who had a stroke and her paralyzed daughter. Some con-artist had taken all of her money and she was forced to move out of her home and give her daughter up because she couldn't afford to take care of her anymore. At one point she described thinking of taking her daughter's life to remove her from this horrible world.

Lyrics:

She looked away from me
As I told her the news
That we were moving

My heart was still sunk down
As I knew I couldn't
Take care of her

Since I had lost my job
And Harold had that heart attack
Last year

Now I think
She probably would have cried
Even though
I knew she was paralyzed

My hands went up to her shoulders
As she sat strapped into her chair
And as I looked back at my hands
I saw that they were gripped around her throat

Now I think
She probably would have cried
Even though
I knew she was paralyzed


Paralyzed

Sins Worth Dying For

While it's melancholy facing the facts that some things change, memories make some things stay the same.

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