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letra de stethoscope - henry jaramillo

[intro]
as empty as your head

[verse]
down by the river
there’s a house with four walls
and a ribbon
never been lived in
reverend says it’s good as tin
i told him “so i am
that evil woman that sells ’em can
make a buck off this lemon. i’ve got all the luck
i’m a walking 7″
she may have lots of love, but it’s plastic
and worthless, and fake, like heaven”
[verse]
there’s a building
up on the north side
of the crater, painted white
there’s a cross on her face
it shines bright
hospitality’s nice sometimes
trample a crucifix beneath her flood lights
she loves like plastic too, with her kindness
like we love desert mice, but not inside
there’s blood in her doorways i’ve darkened
there’s cacti between the trees in the farmland
when it’s rotten and black as pitch in the sand
rusty golden gates look real open

[verse]
like the ocean
cold and sweet
singing, sizzling black sunlight that’s frozen
she calls my name like she says amen!
she rocks me like the ocean
she can wrap you in silence like oxygen
inside you, or she can scream like heroin
like hydrocodone between two hyphens
how much of the vicodin does it take to
put you back together again
neon christmas lights won’t wrap my body’s borders
not like they did as a child
when i knew a smile like the back of my hand
or the way i could think about death and still feel bad
[verse]
i’d open my desert door to her eyelids
and always with a side step to walk her right in
the mirror ‘cross the bar can be lonely
drops in the bottom of the bottle, they can be holy
they’re often lowly but never enough
with all of holy’s plastic love
it can grab you and hold you and question your guts
force you to fear
all the thick plastic love
do you have the breath or the strength
to walk without us?
you can never run, not far
not far

[verse]
not in a foreign city with all this blood
i mean look at all this blood!
all they need is plastic love
so stay with us
trust us
share some plastic
stand up and use your white knuckle hands
don’t lay down like a corpse, refuse death
use all the emptiness inside your utah head
do you have the light inside your awful heart?
to stand
to stand with the palms of your blue hands
aimed at your face with all intentions to stay but not to remain
[verse}
you’ll never have that back
all the stained pieces of red glass
that glued together your taught heart and head
you handed ’em over to your lady guadalupe
she’s dead
i recommend
taking a stethoscope to all that light that’s been-
over time-shred down into shards
black and white playing cards
former members of a picture, that monet
that made you trade
a full house for your basket of pain
are you broke?
are you spent?
i’m tired of watching you bend those
shreds of dignity left

[outro]
just as heavy as lead
just as heavy as lead
just as heavy as lead
just as heavy as lead
just as heavy as lead
just as heavy as lead
still as empty as your head
as empty as your head

- henry jaramillo

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