Awesome Song!

Once before I posted up lyrics from a personal favorite song of mine and today is another day for another song. This song is amazing it is called Currare on Your Lips by After the Sirens. If you have never heard it you should do so right now.

Welcome to the last time
That You can buy my answer with less than a question.
I would sell the hands off my wrists if they weren't so preoccupied
With taking the bread from Your fingers and downing this cheap New Year's wine
That we call Your blood.
And You can wait for midnight but my lips are sealed.
And You can wait for midnight but my lips are sealed.

In this garden I'm waiting anxiously
For my children to come and murder me.
In this crowded room, staring nervously lovers lick at their lips and wait for the kiss.
I've been sharpening
My teeth for this moment
And I'll stab with my lips but You've already won

Is there no resolution?
Well, I'll call these rafters my gallows,
And strung up by day-old party streamers
In the back of my mind I can see
The merlot dripping from Your hands and feet.

Random Movie Fact: In the 2011 film Bernie, the owners of the Hawthorn Funeral Home in Carthage, Texas, where Bernie Tiede met Marjorie Nugent, refused to allow the film to use the name of the funeral home.

Thanks for the support,
Daniel Hess

Matt and Kim

BLOCK AFTER BLOCK
Now this is all me, now this is all me
Watch out for late phone calls
Wheat paste and concrete walls
Go too far, live too long
Time’s too short, right and wrong
Block after block
Block after block
Roll down gates look the same
Different trips, different trains
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Hey friends
Break in the back door
And turn it up
While the lights are out
Eyes closed and shouting right now
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Lights turn on
And dark turns up
Side by side
Dream bigger
Next in line
It’s late
Now this is all me
Now this is all me
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Eat when you’re hungry and
Sleep when you’re slipping like
Tired dogs rest their paws
Today we show our flaws
Block after block
Block after block
It’s one way, now on Wythe
What was left now is right
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Hey friends we’ll jump the turnstiles
And cut it down
While the lights are out
Eyes closed and shouting right
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I think it takes a pile of bricks
For us to make a home
And I’m not sure but I hear
Mountains grow from just a stone
Block after block
Block after block
Everything I’ve learned
Every step I took
And street I’ve walked
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CHORUS