Danny Horn & the Shared Myths - Jericho

Jagger swapping, money burning, vapour addled, beat spreading
Come and see me, come and get it, for to get me or forget it
Smoke is creeping, head is reaping, lungs are screaming, phone is beeping
Light is seeping, I've been peeping on a wolf a'softly sleeping
Yes I flake, it knows I fake it, knows I blow around its neck
It sings a nothing to his bed, a parasite about his head
Is gonna grow, gonna spread, stamp it out before ya dead
Sing a broken lullaby and go
To Jericho
To be floating where the cosmic breezes blow
Come with me
Please, Anthony
As they cover you in feathers and parade you through the town
Tell you that they love you as they trip you up and tip you upside down
And I see my coincidences let you down. Frown.
Hope your cucaracha Mama won't come round, bound
To serve eternity upon her ground. Sound.
Nothing but the cynicism that surrounds you, takes you
Vanillas you, smooths and shakes you
Rapes you of everything that made me rate you
Wait to see a sign of what you were
I hate to see you lose yourself to her
So go to Jericho
To be floating where the cosmic breezes blow
Come with me
Please, Anthony
As they fill you with desire as the fire starts to roar
Tell you that they love you as they spin you round and pin you to the door
So double up or throw it up or shit it up the creek
Seek no artistic nourishment from what you reap
Freak out, take it out on nonexistent sleep
You're beat, I see you're suffering, I know you're weak
Get your wood, get your strings and keep it red
Instead of painting watercolours in your bed, you said
There was a twister blowing through your head, it's dead
'Tread carefully' your brothers said
Need a sign you haven't fully slipped away
Pay a visit to me, live it to me, make me pay
For whatever I am doing that is making you sick
Tick the boxes that have proven that it's only a trick
Though it gives you a kick, I bet that nothing will stick
I bet it's blood letting you, I bet you're getting anaemic
Sick and getting sicker but there's hope for you yet
I'd take you back to the beginning but you would only go
To Jericho
To be floating where the cosmic breezes blow
Come with me
Please, Anthony
As they sing along to nothing as the whiskey takes its toll
Take away your memories and smoke them through a bowl
Bring you up to break you as they take away control
Tell you that they love you as they rip you off and strip you
Of your soul.

Written by:
Danny Horn

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