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My First Trip To Mexico

by Gunslingers

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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
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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
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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

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released November 11, 2013

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