Rebel Lounge | Phoenix, AZ  Photo by:@artificialredhouse

Rebel Lounge | Phoenix, AZ 

Photo by:@artificialredhouse

Rebel Lounge | Phoenix, AZ  Photo by:@artificialredhouse

Rebel Lounge | Phoenix, AZ 

Photo by:@artificialredhouse

Rebel Lounge | Phoenix, AZ  Photo by:@artificialredhouse

Rebel Lounge | Phoenix, AZ 

Photo by:@artificialredhouse

Rebel Lounge | Phoenix, AZ  Photo by:@artificialredhouse

Rebel Lounge | Phoenix, AZ 

Photo by:@artificialredhouse

Rebel Lounge | Phoenix, AZ  Photo by:@artificialredhouse

Rebel Lounge | Phoenix, AZ 

Photo by:@artificialredhouse

Rebel Lounge | Phoenix, AZ  Photo by:@artificialredhouse

Rebel Lounge | Phoenix, AZ 

Photo by:@artificialredhouse

Rebel Lounge | Phoenix, AZ  Photo by:@artificialredhouse

Rebel Lounge | Phoenix, AZ 

Photo by:@artificialredhouse

Last Exit Live, Phoenix AZ 

Last Exit Live, Phoenix AZ

Last Exit Live, Phoenix AZ

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Second Hand Screen Play



Running’s not walking away when you’re falling down - crawling on your knees. Don’t whisper me your lies.  Porcelain’s the backdrop for black strands and last stands, the struggle’s a quiet surprise. A study in red as the shutters slam tight.

 

Don’t tell me you’ve been dreaming, I’ve been wide awake a screaming.  Don’t tell me you’ve been dreaming, I’ve been wide awake and screaming

We lie on our backs in the sand, and count up the stars

 

Moonlight fractures the surface, this still-life’s been drowning a while. Reflection in the window pane - blurry recollections feign - sadness in the hint of smile, silence creeps in with the edge of the tile.

Don’t tell me you’ve been dreaming, I’ve been wide awake a screaming.  Don’t tell me you’ve been dreaming, I’ve been wide awake and screaming

We lie on our backs in the sand, and count up the stars

Don’t whisper me your lies.

 

SILHOUETTES 


With statues of silhouettes... and memories of ash, you come back to me - just like a dream… that i can’t see past. And you hold on tightly to these mangled words, that come spilling off your lips, just like the venom you’ve been living in.

Burn away the silhouettes you’ve been hiding in, and you’ll see the reflection - just like it’s always been. And you hate the way it weighs you down, shadows hang so heavy now And you bolster all your best moves to give them something to wrap their whole world around

How heavy the heart weighs… When you’re screaming inside, these broken words - so well rehearsed are losing the fight.

As we stumble blindly towards the setting sun, dragging shade behind just like white noise and it's deafening.

Burn away the silhouettes you’ve been hiding in, and you’ll see the reflection - just like it’s always been. And you hate the way it weighs you down, shadows hang so heavy now

And you bolster all your best moves to give them something to wrap their whole world around

You get lost on your way down...

 

 


Tired Hands

How long will our shadows grow, before we lose them in the night

How many empty punches can we throw, before we give up on this fight

Look down at you tired Hands, the scars tell the story - story of you

Would you travel more, maybe stop at 4, make more enemies.

Would you work so hard, let things fall apart, tell us when you’re scared

The rain never falls in your Valley, wouldn't dare now that you're gone...

How deep will this sorrow run, before crumble beneath the weight.

We rally as we chase the sun, and when the dawn comes, it comes too late.

Look down at you tired Hands, the scars tell the story - story of you

Would you travel more, maybe stop at 4, make more enemies.

Would you work so hard, let things fall apart, tell us when you’re scared

I want you to breath…. For me…

nough. You can feel the time skip through your fingers (it's not enough)

 

Bones

 

Watch the leaves drift, as the lights go dim. These reservations tumbling down.

Muted colors, draining out. Our patchwork movements fade away.

Humbled whispers, are the rusting sound, of promises left to decay. Still there standing, brittle meanings found.

I'll be the shiver in your skin, I'll be the burning in your bones.

Heavy madness, finding apogee.  This story arch’s been left behind.

Eyelids closing, against the crowd.  Half truths rushing towards the ground.

Humbled whispers, are the rusting sound, of promises left to decay. Still there standing, brittle meanings found.

I'll be the shiver in your skin, I'll be the burning in your bones.

Wipe the dirt off your knees and change this scenery, don’t keep your eyes closed and whisper me a better dream.

Humbled whispers, are the rusting sound, of promises left to decay. Still there standing, brittle meanings found.

I'll be the shiver in your skin, I'll be the burning in your bones.

Wipe the dirt off your knees and change this scenery, don’t keep your eyes closed and whisper me a better dream.

 

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