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Natural Causes: album

by WOLVEZ

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Spells 03:58
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He was an acquaintance to many, a friend to nearly none Used to be a laugh used to be fun But when the sun crossed that hill Oh they say, they say He liked to stay up late till the gray Strumming chords Letting them records play But when the morning comes The day already done He was a blast with a drink Never in the morning Sun Ashen grey Mainsail lowered , done When the night it comes They say they say They say Good with his word Though he seldom granted one To pry out a basic hello Odds were close to none But when he went Went away they They say they say they say Oh they say They said It was natural causes Bring on the pink elephants Climbing through the walls
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Though I’m no longer young n foolish Decisions they wrestle my mind One foot ahead while the other behind Bend in the pathway to find We’ve only just found our footing Earth it trembles and glides Feel it shake as she struggles to find Course through the timeless divide Oh these gears They’re starting to grind Shadows on the walls growing longer Days they shorten and bind p Traces of those times in front and behind False memories enshrined Where is the will for the movement Valleys and mountains to climb Up the hill with more rolling behind Cliff side the only respite Oh these gears They’re starting to grind And the nights grow long Unkind expanse stretches on And on ….. Solos Though I’m no longer young and foolish. Decisions they wrestle my mind What should have been learned Logic deterred Or what passed for it at the time
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Atoms Astray 04:04
Peek through the haze Thoughts gone gray Less in the way Feeling won’t stay No better things to say Atoms astray Come out and play Shut me away Conscience to pay You’re the prison I’m the chains Day’s gone away Ghosts they do play A creak down the hall Dare there we go I’m the candle You’re the tray Swimming closer Water thick with regret Passing pools of slight Turn away from the gray and stay Come at me carefully I’m not a doorway But a lock you pick with strength and care beware Sallow for the fair Forrest for the air Clear a path to dare Prepare Peek through the haze Thoughts gone gray Less in the way Feeling won’t stay No better things to say Day’s gone away Ghosts they do play A creak down the hall Dare there we go I’m the candle You’re the tray Sallow for the fair Forrest for the air Clear a path to dare Prepare
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Where do I go when the partiers they linger Crowding the halls Smoke rings & laughter Where do I go Does the lift take me up Or send me down the hole To the car park of the soul Sing do they sing In a room just out of view Running through my hands The time it takes to get there Where do I go when the room found is empty Melody only drifting Soft radio through the walls Reach only reach Hands grasp at nothing Look do we see Smoke slowly lifting Morning breaks the haze away Where do I go When the records no longer play Needle ground down No chance of replacement A rock is thrown Skips across water before sinking down To-re-join the stone of its origin Reach only reach Hands grasp at nothing Straining to see Smoke only thickens Night brings the haze into frame ——————— Swim to the beach Under pursuit of longing Sleep in the trees Thick in the unwinding Morning breaks the praise into shame Where do I go When the partiers they linger Ghosts in the halls Sheet covered banister Where do I go When the revelry has drifted To some other soul’s Only retreat at lost/found found
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Go on spin the bottle Anticipate where it lands Fumble in your hustle Head out keys in hand The trails of a lifetime Weathered and crumpled map Tales of hesitation Contemplation Drink and sin Chop the wood, not your own head You let the man employ you Gave him your back and tread Face into the gravel Hours and moments dead You cursed him up the alley Where the loud music fogged your head Bottles and smoke surround you Slaps on the back well said Oh chop the wood, not your own head Your sire fed your anger Cold rage spirit bred Couldn’t toss a ball to save his skin Failure on levels red Your daughter glares right through you Maternal arms they thread She speaks in whispers glancing to Echos down the hallway blend Oh chop the wood, not your own head Oh but the lantern kicks on Clear the bottles till dawn Find the path there… Flirted with stars and religion Jesus, he’s your friend Not just your mate or a brother Knows every thought in your head He likes the bleak ones the best Feeds them with guilt/regret Makes you a deal you should refuse Golden gates locked shut: repent Oh, chop the wood, not your own head These days your smile is hollow But you smile just the same TV light does flicker Stroll the corridor to bed Oh but your dreams distress you Awaken you in the chill Cold hands still embrace you As morning unfurls still Oh chop the wood, not your own head Now upon the cliff’s edge Where the horizon meets the black Just one slip, or a jump at that Seconds left to fret But in you step there’s an engine Burning from the cry of self Handful full of gravel - toss it now The man he’s too dense to duck Oh, chop the wood, not your own head Oh but the lantern Kicks on Clear the bottles till dawn Banish them spirits headlong Clear the bottles till dawn Find the path there

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released March 31, 2022

Erik: Fender Telecaster, Epiphone violin bass, Arturia Microfreak, Korg Minilogue synths, vocals, drums, programming.

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Erik Herrera: Fender Telecaster, Gretsch Electromatic Double Jet, Epiphone Sheraton, Silvertone guitars, vocals, keys, Danelectro, Epiphone Violin, and Fender Jazz basses, DW and Ludwig drums, Maschine drums/keys programming ... more

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