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More info about each of my FREE songs then youve ever wanted to know! BUT WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THIS SONG? La Luz La Luz is kind of a weird snapshot at a strange point in my life. A fight I had, an road trip style escape, anger at how easy I fall in love, realization of not being fully over a passed love and hope for the future. This song is in part dedicated to Thomas Thorp and all of the musicians from the Las Cruces and Alamogordo music scene. Thomas (the first night of meeting me) offered me a bed and meal and more love and respect than ive ever received from a virtual stranger. All of the musicians ive met in las cruces are just as good, honest, hard-working, loving, talented, beautiful people. Neely Kt, Jonathan Berry, Nikki Singleton, Alabama Deathwalk, Maggie Billings art, Isaiah Flores, Luke Dumke and everyone im probably forgetting. Fun fact; The line about sitting half drunk on a concrete floor in the middle of nowhere is about The Compound (a music venue in La Luz NM). Lyrics Im stuck on the couch and its already october, Im trying to stay sensible, but im never sober, i took a drive south, just to space out, just to unwind. had to get out, to get out the crash of your venetian blinds You play confrontationist, a cynical sight, youre stuck as a pessimist, while we play in the light, you wanted to fight I gotta get to La Luz tonight Im sitting half drunk on a concrete floor, in the middle of nowhere, the banality and sin, is the reality im in, with the toss of her glowing hair, I finally felt a summer breeze that didnt make me wanna puke, Tell me that your pouting lips, and shouting hips, arent just another goddamn fluke. I sit in euphoria, in her harmony, hanging in hysteria, a simple symphony, when she starts to sing i hope to hell she remembers me. (Bridge) Perfections like a paradox, but only from my point of view, I tried not to drive around her block just to catch a glimpse or two, I cant get out the smell of her that she left in my bed the type of hell that we went through, still wont leave my head You play the sensationalist, you hit every note so ill be an accompanist, just to keep you afloat, you wanted the most just dont let me become your ghost.
Posted on: Wed, 10 Sep 2014 23:00:00 +0000

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