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Violin in "Scrap Dogs" - Logan Robles

Artwork by Heidi Erisman

Mastered by Ralph Maier

Released August 2019

I. Chasm

Instrumental

 

II. Wonderland

Stay on the floor, girl, let pain and hate furl

Don’t stand, you’ll spill what you want trapped in your gut.

 

Carry me way back 

When I didn’t have jetsam inside of my head

I’d just open my heart up 

And nothing that flowed out would cause me to dread

Now I’m curled up but seeping

Arms clamped tight but failing to keep what’s inside inside…

 

Body is unclean, too vile to be seen

But if sanity’s shed, you won’t want to be dead

Anymore.

 

It’s calling me always

My madness just waiting for me to consent

And I haven’t felt cool peace

Drop down on my forehead like raindrops from heaven

Since childhood, and I want life,

But I don’t dare to let out what drives me to death o my God…

 

Now I’m thinking always thinking

Of the tempting numb silence that you promised me

And those strange days when you were with me

I can’t recall features, were there eyes in your face?

But you gave me a hollow memory

And a freedom from consciousness, hell to a drunk wonderland...

 

From hell to a drunk wonderland!

 

III. Scrap dogs

You can’t keep on shrugging off restraint

I scream at you from high up in a tree

Where your gaze dares go disgusts me

You scrap dog of lust gluttony

 

“Oh fuck off,” say you, down below me

Your feet up to ankles in mud

“What do you know of a woman?

What do you know of spilt blood?

I closed your door (while you slept)

I scrubbed the floor (before the morning came)”

 

That’s not an excuse for your wormhood

And I’ve spent time in darkness too

But I’ll just keep looking for beauty

And hope that in it I find truth

 

“How do you think you got up there?

Tossing names down to where you’ve not been?

Why do you think I’m still waiting

Here where man can’t escape from his sin?

I closed your door (while you slept)

I scrubbed the floor (before the morning came)

When you grow too big, boy, for your tree

You’ll have to come join me, and you’ll see

That beauty and virtue aren’t worth a penny here

And none who sees the evil has the strength to remain clear

Even you, boy…

Even you, boy.

We’re just scrap dogs

And you too, boy, once you fall.”

 

Oh just watch me, I’m coming down! (coming down, coming down)

Catch me, I’m coming down! (coming down, coming down)

Catch me, watch me, catch me, watch me, catch me watch me Oh!

 

IV. Runaway

I watch you march the road to your salvation

It's a long way from home

Two years and twenty days 

Since you first left without a note

 

And I know that someday, far away

You'll find the gateway you've been searching for all along

But it won't be on a mountain or under the sea

It'll be where I find you and when I sing you to sleep

Over the moats

Over the oceans

I will search until my feet are broken

And I'll bring you back to me

 

I figured I should try to catch you

Tell you come on home

So I packed up all my things

And I left to where you'd gone

 

And I know that someday, far away

You'll find the gateway you've been searching for all along

But it won't be on a mountain or under the sea

It'll be where I find you and when I sing you to sleep

Over the moats

Over the oceans

I will search until my feet are broken

And I'll bring you back to me


 

V. First Touch of Dirt

Having reached the soil, my guardian is nowhere to be seen

So I wait.

My tree’s slick and graspless,

But a chasm gapes before me

With the face of such delight that I could jump in,

Dancing like a Maenad,

And just free fall into that wonderland below…

 

Light shines down on me and so I climb

My unkempt, rotting tree

Branches break around me and a cloud

Has blotted out the sun

Please don’t die on me

Please don’t die on me

Water for my tree

Water for my tree

 

VI. Has One Who Sees

Some days thick linger and fill me opaque

I’m untouched by sun like a rock river-breaks

I wish I were empty to be filled with love

But all faith I gave you, in me, back, is shoved.

 

What made blood’s home to be outside our veins

And why must it be there when it puts mine in flames?

I love you, and it hurts. Is this all my fault?

To see your body bloody, hanging or behind bars

 

I see youth, sun shining through transparent skin

Still empty, not seeing sweet Satan’s fine grin

I pray that to fill up, empty they’ll choose

And I weep for this, which they have to lose.