Dark Kind of Guy (Acoustic Live)
They say in the valley it don’t rain a lot I’m standing in a puddle it’s all gone to pot I just shake my head
January 14, 2026
They say in the valley it don’t rain a lot I’m standing in a puddle it’s all gone to pot I just shake my head
She palms a star map Tougher than the land Touching where the blue meets white Tame the flipper man Ten feet tall by sea Razor-tooth
Closed are your eyes Storm cloud mirrors need to survive Close… the demise In pools of static dematerializing I can’t stand this atmosphere I can’t
Closed are your eyes Storm cloud mirrors need to survive Close… the demise In pools of static dematerializing I can’t stand this atmosphere I can’t
Closed are your eyes Storm cloud mirrors need to survive Close… the demise In pools of static dematerializing I can’t stand this atmosphere I can’t
The boy with no hands The boy with no mouth Staring at the 7 sisters Declination: figure it out It’s all that I can do
Visions of her sidewinder perch On the chair and up against the police car Throw light on my darkened face Flashes on a shadowed wall
