Honey Claws – Healer EP

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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