Music and Sleep

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Shot in the eye
Pistol dust
This is our city
Victor says hello
In an undressed Mexican accent
As I pass with my guitar
All the cement
Underneath us
Sun fight for Earth
Tepid warmth, like snakeblood
Scars on their hearts

He’s still laying in bed
Rehearsal is two blocks away
I just want to sleep
Held by silence
Converse in dream
But the sun
The heart thin glass of the old bedroom door

There is so much happening out there

Conscience and shame wake first
Make something of a day
And I can’t help feeling
That I am a spent bullet
Shot by some desperate hunter
At the greatest desperate kill
The jungle hero
So much of life already over
Lived for us
I wonder whats left for me to decide
As Pedro opens the door to the studio
Drums, shakers, guitar chord
Sun I thank you and beg you for the waking

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