Lightning Kill Eye by Honey Claws (Healer EP)

in a loud imperfect place i feel as though this day is moving right
when the lightning kills my eyes i will have one though burning inside
lets love the war is done a funner way a funner way to carry on
lets feel lets real the fake and take apart this tension we all cause

im a noun im a simple thing so it complicated when shot up with advice
when the buildings fall apart i sure do hope this crazy world will dance
lets love the british came a funner way a funner way to go out
lets heal lets steal the wasted sunny space that noones resting in

©2008 Von Letscher, Hatch, Senior, Sahs / Tierra Music Publishing

Pemporer by Honey Claws (Healer EP)

party happening down the street
see the night on our own
I got a feeling to
this is the start of you
one event on to two
hear the chime beating dry
i am the same as who
stepped on a covered mine

inside of you all of everything moves

party happening down the street
speed of light equals blind
i’ve got a name for you
i’ve come to free your fright
holes in the obsolete
scent of wine bathing high
i am the same as you
i have a skulled in mind

i polished emperor’s and all of the lonely people are faced with a view
slide from the pretense and taste the world you never knew
out beyond the reach of hunters ceiling on a plane with god
assorted paintings bright white escaping flood
the willing invited

©2008 Von Letscher, Hatch, Senior, Sahs / Tierra Music Publishing

Beat of the Wet Eve by Honey Claws (Healer EP)

its hard to rest the nights oozing loudly i feel deprived of love
building foam
so tan overground with wrinkles around each eye growing thicker and
thicker they’re vines
I once knew to jump on the tempo moistening the beat of the wet eve

Light blue Light blue now headaches are wrapped in water
too much to burn to much to set fire
holy was the site one comma one door up
hoes in the bed with painted white oranges
holes in the attic wood-floors with noises
voice hope aesthetic no bruising no choices

Like who like who was there robbing death of harmour
sewn a shield of pain the truth at stake nada
know beyond the slate big lightning big thunder
omen rapes wonder so its still none ya
wooley isn’t me we have the same birthday
where we were the rains were amping up surf days
thoughts begun to race now amen in biplanes
oh well the well is deep and shells unstained

out beyond a reason at one with some
chosen to stretch expand so what of it

©2008 Von Letscher, Hatch, Senior, Sahs / Tierra Music Publishing

Orange Kitty Stamp by Honey Claws (Healer EP)

choose a constellation rise and float
climb through the air on the air colored rope
weighty on stoppy raising up
myself and myself and myself in the jump
all their music is nothing
a rope-less puppet a solo Indian’s down the hall speaking russian
tan as a motherfucker and shot a couple and the couple was a proud
wicked double

slow down lets evaporate out here what’s another day

brother bear came back
took a swing for my drastic acts on crack
now i never knew what to do
committing suicide at a 102
true i think what i wouldn’t do
what a would’ve done if i wasn’t me to
and who i should’ve been with
a flamethrower ballerina working the night shift

Homo…sapien deer with antlers
that motherfucker better fork some answers
protect em jessie i asked you sooner
than i would’ve done had i known a little sooner
invented the computer but broke my wrists
kicked by the sister mary hypnotist
here today regardless though the pay is nauseous
grace of the odds and the gods of harvest

©2008 Von Letscher, Hatch, Senior, Sahs / Tierra Music Publishing

Tree Full of Ghosts by the Hungry Villagers on the Little Fingers single

By Abraham and Jacob Houck

There were always white wings leading through the trees
And they would lay me down under your heart
As you go flying around you fly around the room
Oh your whispers say that we all dream the same in the end

*
CHORUS
When it all breaks down I’m carving out your name in your heart wood
Of your tree full of ghosts
Your heart full of soma
Your tree full of ghosts
*

I smell the sea in your hair
And the mountain holds you oh so dear
As you go droppin down, droppin down from the sky
While the occupation files slowly past your door

CHORUS

Oooooo radar home
Ooooooo radar home

The end is gonna come now, the end gonna to come
The devil’s gonna come now, the devil’s gonna come

Ooooo radar home
Oooooo radar home

©2009 Tierra Music Publishing

Little Fingers by Hungry Villagers on the Little Fingers single

By Abraham and Jacob Houck

Little fingers reach from the rich earth
Reach for a heal to hold fast

Tiny wings beat the air of his head
Their whispers reach out to hold an ear

*
CHORUS
Ohohohohohohohohoh

Your such a child Adelaida
You sharpen your nails out in the halflight
Your wings are waiting Adalaida
*

He’s beating a dead horse he curse the foal
The eyes in the leaves they saw him fall

Little fingers reach from the rich earth
Reach for a heal to hold fast

CHORUS

©2009 Tierra Music Publishing

Floatin’ performed by Larry Slezak and his Hammond B3 Organ Band on No Worries

Written by Bernie Hatch

©2008 Tierra Music Publishing

No Worries by Larry Slezak on No Worries

Written by Larry Slezak

©2008 Tierra Music Publishing

Distant Harmony performed by Larry Slezak and his Hammond B3 Organ Band on No Worries

Writen by José-Miguel Yamal

©2008 Tierra Music Publishing

Maybe By Tomorrow performed by Larry Slezak and his Hammond B3 Organ Band on No Worries

Written by Tom Cummings

©2008 Tierra Music Publishing