Dime Sized Deaths

by These Charming Cobras

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Tommy Archuleta- Drums, vocals, lyrics
Damon Archuletta- Guitar
Chris Chavez- Bass

album art Design by Damon Archuletta
Art elements by Josh Elowsky and Damon Archuletta

credits

released 09 August 2011

Tracked by Damon Archuletta and Lukus Carr
Mixed by Damon Archuletta.

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Track Name: Cobra Lily
Under a dead moon, a shadow filing nails,
Dressed to the nines, stilettos made in hell.
The wolves are out!
Hot tongues to the ground—
no sign of a soul to foil.

After the OK, the handshake and the smile,
they broke the rosebed, the headboard in a pile.
His wallet out,
a shot of her “lost” son falls right out.
No sign of a soul to foil.

Sleep deep
ice cold john,
for Lily’s prey
has come & gone
Track Name: Dangerface
After her dress was found
After the preacher prayed
After her coffin sank into the ground

After the cops gave up
After the killer sneered
After his throat was slit from ear to ear

How the red did fade
from the husband’s face
How the scales fell, into the gray
How the snow did fall
How the children played
While the father, sharpened his blade.
Track Name: El Camino
Parked for years on a bench downtown
Out of wine in a hope landslide
Zilch to eat for a nameless shadow
Tame the ghouls till the shakes abide

All’s not lost or undermined
Roads do cross and unwind
Fog will lift in due time

Fused for months to a pipe of foil
Wrapped in rags, his only son
Best not breath and wake the hallow
Best not speak and wake the blue

All’s not lost or undermined
Roads do cross and unwind
Fog will lift in due time
Track Name: Gang Girl
Gang girl, you whack me out
I give, so call your dolls off
Gun belts, look good on you
The shot guns, set your eyes off

Here’s a rose, white like a star
Wanna kiss, all of your scars
Take you out, hold you to death
melt you down, blade that you are

Steel toes, I’ve ate a few
Don’t stop, till the cops come
Gang girl, you do me in
my heart, in the bomb of your hand
Track Name: Into the fumes
Into the fumes & the dark of a room
Over the trash & the lid of a tomb
Under the throw of a bulb from The End
Into the heart of the deaths of your friends

Ease down & breath
an air few believe
could feed a fading fire

Never mind, the smoke in your eyes
Never mind, why the truth hides within lies
Never wish, for the dark of the blind
Never curse, the dark of a haunted mind

Ease down & breath
an air few believe
could feed a fading fire

Under her tomb, over my head
all of the golden things,I could’ve said:
You were the bomb—I lit the fuse—
into the mushroom cloud—into the fumes.
Track Name: Night stick
Under a halo, mourning its round
Under an angel’s broken wing, underground
Under the voices, and their names
Under the box of broken ears, there remains:

Your ghost, bound and sound asleep

Before the cradle, before the swing
Before the life you lived for years, on a string
Before the voices, and their names
drove you to follow all their whims, there remains:

Your ghost, bound and sound asleep

Up close your rose unfolds
in a state of disbelief
In time its throws will drive
each night of mine to its knees
Track Name: Seconal
No note nailed to the nightstand
No clothes or her valise
No ‘Stang parked in the driveway
It’s okay that you feel

No heels killing the hallway
No slips decking the trees
No hyde nor hair of policemen
It’s okay that you feel

In case of a break
Hit the floor as the lights begin to fade
Grab your heart, and hold on
Till the gash absorbs the stake

Stay calm, numb as a bedpost
Can’t sleep? Murder the sheep
Lights out for the velvet handcuffs
It’s okay that you feel

Ease back, welcome the nightmare
Relax, relearn to breath
Don’t speak to any sharp objects
It’s okay that you feel

In case of a break
Hit the floor as the lights begin to fade
Grab your heart, and hold on
Till the gash absorbs the stake
Track Name: Skydriver
I caught your ghost, packing dead stars
into glass jars, on a whim.
I stole a cloud, drove up to Neptune,
wrote a death tune, & named it “You.”

I wear your clothes, drink your perfume,
grab your full moon, and take her flying.
Sometimes we fight, sometimes role play,
You be the heart break, I’ll be its blood.

And in the dream, I catch & set you down
in a field, of warm light.
And I suppose, the stars that all wore crowns
impaled the night that took you.

I live to sleep, love to crash out
with my heart out, set on dream.
In that state, I never watch you
leave that cold ledge, without a sound.

In the dream, I catch & set you down
in a field of warm light.
And I suppose, the stars that all came down
refused to leave without you.
Track Name: Stick and Pig
O but the road is wide
Most are, now shut up and drive
No need to squeal so loud
Says who—your ring or the vows?

Our love begs the question:
go on or divvy the slime?
Can’t spend a zero’s value
Can’t save a zero’s life

O but the view is clear
Most are when you got enough beer
So much for nerves of steel
But baby, how else can I deal?

Our love begs the question:
go on or divvy the slime?
Can’t spend a zero’s value
Can’t save a zero’s life

We’re doing time, all the time
We’re out of luck, all the luck

O but your soul is cold
Lie still while I empty my load
No need to force me down
A stick’s place is down on the ground

Our love begs the question:
go on or divvy the slime?
Can’t spend a zero’s value
Can’t save a zero’s life

We’re doing time, all the time
We’re out of luck, all the luck
We’re losing sight, that white
needs black & black needs white:

The crackdowns, the shakedowns—I’d fall for you
The hideouts, the shootouts—I’d stand by you
Track Name: Tarantula
Steel pole; lorazepam loveseat; skin molten.
Fish nets; queen of all chokers; blades to spare.

Black light; dance of the huntress; eyes bolted.
Housefly, ever the dim prick, flash to fade.

Spinning at the edge of her web, she waits, for you.
Waiting in the hot of her mouth, a blade, for you.