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Don't Walk Home

by The Dirty Heat

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1.
When you’re sayin’ what you’re sayin’ do you hear? ‘Cause I hear the chemicals taking over. When you’re feelin’ what you’re feelin’ do you fear? ‘Cause I fear that I’m gonna lose a friend. It’s the cases of delusion that I hate. I can’t take to know that you’re rotting slowly. But it’s a stirring kind of rage The kind that makes some people change, The kind that makes them alone and afraid. When you’re lying, justifying all of your shame, a faceless voice seems to shine right through. The only honest, humble moments that I can see are just so far between and so few. We used to laugh, we used to share, you used to always seem to care, But where there once stood joy now only burdens lay. But there’s still hope for tides to turn. I’ve realized and I have learned there’s always time for strong people to change. So we can grow better right now ‘til forever. The pits that we made then can’t keep us apart. The good times and laughter from here on and after Will not be just memories alone in the dark. credits
2.
Once, you divided your heart into compartments, Each one, a location to be occupied by only one thing. In some you placed places, charming noises, smells doing time in their prisons, and oh-you-shouldn't-haves. In others, your broken umbrellas, there's no shade in this desert, and some buckets are really just fickle, cunning tubes. But I'll never be alone again. I don't know because I have not been so long, But what exactly is it we're trying to figure out? Somebody, somewhere is mating science and religion. Your god may be handing out sample miracles in a grocery store, But there's no answer out there. I want to be the instrument, but don't sleep without me. Let's start pretending. Let's stay up too late and wake up too early. We could rewrite the rules of the universe, but What's the meaning of any of this? I don't know because I have not been so long, But what exactly is it we're trying to figure out? Somebody, somewhere is mating science and religion. Your god may be handing out sample miracles in a grocery store, But there's no answer out there.
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Surefoot 03:36
Wait for me there, I'm miles away You know, I think this ticking in my head's never-ending Tell me what's this fate. do you also lie awake? Sad how we think we're the only two wandering around When really Even if we walk into this light, Will we not also disappear? So not with empty feats, not with empty feats will we come to you Even if those who've taught us value have taught us wrong Give us just one era of shamelessness, one decade without regret To finally find what we'd been trying to give form for so long Everybody here's been waiting for a miracle Two-thousand years and we're still fearful, fearful Like if we've had no blessing They may find that we were never here But even if we walk into this light Will we not also disappear?
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Too Small 03:11
You're the death of me, you'll never catch the rest of me I can feel my body touch the sky. I'd never know that you could be the one to show me all the Everything that nothingness can hide. The swinging hips and broken lips of many countless hours are Tripping over bottlecaps to say We just can't help but tell you everything we love about you Each in our own very special way. We must have found a flaw within the thread that claims to bind us all. The giant sky that feasts on sun, the moon, and stars Is ripping at the seams. Burdened with the cross to bear, expected to be everywhere That everyone might share a decent scene. It can't contain us all. Let's trip the line and watch the trap door fall. You're the death of me, you'll never catch the rest of me I can feel my body touch the sky. I'd never know that you could be the one to show me all the Nothingness that everything can hide. I guess we're just too small, both trapped within the confines of it all.

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Written & Performed by The Dirty Heat.
Recorded & Mixed by Rene Chavez.
Mastered by Mark Hallman in Austin.

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released April 18, 2015

Phil Luna
Andrew Hamel
Marcus Morales
JD Smith

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