My First Trip To Mexico

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released November 11, 2013

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Track Name: Gloomy Sunday
Sunday is gloomy,
My hours are slumberless
Dearest the shadows
I live with are numberless
Little white flowers
Can never awaken you
Not where the black coach of
Sorrow has taken you
Angels have no thoughts
Of ever returning you
Would they be angry
If I thought of joining you?

Gloomy Sunday

Gloomy is Sunday,
With shadows I spend it all
My heart and I
Have decided to end it all
Soon there'll be candles
And prayers that are said I know
Let them not weep
Let them know that I'm glad to go

Gloomy Sunday

Death is no dream
For in death I'm caressin' you
With the last breath of my soul
I'll be blessin' you

Gloomy Sunday
Track Name: My First Trip To Mexico
On my first trip to Mexico
I made a stop at a cheap motel
Had drinks with someone else's friends
Didn't know it was near the end
El Dia De Los Muertos
Festival of the dead and damned
All these comrades would soon join them
But for now we have other plans
On my first trip to Mexico

On my first trip to Mexico
I met a woman named Marisol
She slipped in with a whispered tone
And said I could ever go home
We made love by the oceans
We made love by the fires
She sealed this curse with a kiss
Oh please don't let it end like this
On my first trip to Mexico

I left my life it's far behind me back at home
With everything I've ever known
It seems that I've become a victim of destiny
Where do I go now?
Where can I go now?
Is there anywhere for me?

On my first trip to Mexico
I came upon a blind old man
He heard voices from far and near
But the message remained unclear
Then a fear took him by the throat
Reading fortune he began to choke
Shaking hands dealt catastrophe
He saw the end of you and me
On my last trip to Mexico

I left my life it's far behind me back at home
With everything I've ever known
It seems that I've become a victim of destiny
Where do I go now?
Where can I go now?
Is there anywhere for me?

On my first trip to Mexico
I came upon El Diablo
He looked at me in the eyes and said
This is where the story ends
I did not try to fight him
I did not try to run
Life had already vanished
Under the flaming sun
It was my last trip to Mexico
Track Name: The Winter Song
The winter breeze is cold outside
My lighter fluids like fireflies
My hands are chilled barely thawed at the bone
So this is what it feels like to be alone

I tell myself that I'm just passing time
When it's I who's letting time pass by
Arctic skin no desire to win
The mere thought is asinine

And so I'll hold myself close
Such a gracious host
As headlights fade in the distance
A lonesome night
The third of July
This is a place with which I'm far too familiar

The streetlights flicker
My throat feels dry
My fingers fumble as they grasp and pry
Warming fire trickles down my throat
My own personal antidote

And so I'll hold myself close
Such a gracious host
As headlights fade in the distance
A lonesome night
The third of July
This is a place with which I'm far too familiar

My minds a fickle temptress
I wish I had the heart to address what I have done
I gave us away I pushed from bend to break
All I did was take
Now you're gone
Now you're gone
You're gone

Apathy and melancholy
The wind whispers a lovesick lullaby
Recap the bottle, rinse and repeat
I'll reassess after some sleep