Mulholland drive, and god here I’m thirty-five years old.
Limo rides down a bathing bone, her borrowed hive is pure gold.
But it tastes so bad. Oh, it tastes like me.
They cut their heads off, they drown their eyeballs. Don’t wanna see the mold.
A baby being born, Could be the next lord. Maybe he would ask to be here.
We’re cold, we’re cuddling, and we’re full of fear.
“Dear Angela, I’m ready for more pictures. It’s just this time
We can’t mention this to your sisters. I forgot to do something for you.”
“Dear Maria, I’ll have you and I’ll ditch you. It’s just this time-
That thing can’t help with those blisters. I forgot to do something for you.”
Late night high gravity guitar talk- My favorite movie as our backdrop.
Suddenly you know me, the god that I have been preaching about.
I coulda helped. But I kept away, keeping pretty faces fed.
Two fish and five loaves of bread. I don’t eat, I know I’m a mess.
And now I’m getting head because someone I knew is dead.
“Dear Lazarus, guess I should be the ransom for many. It’s just this time-
I can’t bring you back. I forgot to do something for you.”
But you should know, we’ll show up again real soon in their books.
credits
from The Derelict,
released August 25, 2010
Guitar, vocals, drums - Zach Evington
Bass - Jason Eckard
Violin - Austin Glover
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