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I sit and listen to a hand-held radio
in the closet of my bedroom
I think i’m going for a summertime sleepwalk
I think you might be coming over soon
I know the universe is made of leather
I know there’s grass under your big black boots
I think i’m just another sycamore sweetheart
I think I’m losing my youth
I know there’s blood inside your cold white body
I know there’s powder on both of our moons
the sound of music is a mercy killer
the sound of everything’s a needle in my nerve
with your tongue over a rum sipper

I became white owl I became the riverbed
when i was looking for the coldest of my friends
I hope to see you from my window
before the prairie turns to mud
we share blood

I never know just when you’re gonna come find me
I never know what form the cool will take
I know you’re kinda like a Nosferatu
I know your nature is to complicate
I know I’ll never have your cold white body
I know you live inside the wind and fog
I lay awake with amnesia and a puncture
I know your kinda like a death rocking meadow witch
following a jealous god

I trace away the negative that forms your silhouette
and the dotted yellow of your cigarette
we put our mouths into the water, put our mouths up to our skin
you sound the cricket, and the river’s violin
I know the body’s only twenty, but you have a thousand years
you only found me when I called out to the deer
I know that you could hear me screaming
when I was drowning in the flood
we share blood

Love is invisible, love is dead
Love is indifferent, love is dread
Love on a needle, love on a thread
Love lies on under dry flower beds

Copyright - Joseph Gárate, 2020

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from We Share Blood / I Found a Baby in the Woods, track released June 19, 2020
Produced by Jonathan Soucy and Joseph Gárate
Mixed by Jonathan Soucy at Electroman Studios, Los Angeles
Mastered by Paul Logus at PLX Mastering

All Instruments, vocals, samples, and programing by Joseph Gárate
Bass: Andrew Narváez

Lyrics by Joseph Gárate
Music by Joseph Gárate and Andrew Narváez

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