DESCRIPTION:
Track 5: Hunting The Canyon Below Our House
Artist: Oh Juliet
Album: A Southern Boy's Guide To Raising The Dead
Lafayette, LA
http://www.myspace.com/ohjuliet

My dear, I fear we're falling to danger,
hunting the riverbed in pursuit of the things that haunt your head.
Oh the violent things that remind you of me.
You swore that you would never walk to the shoreline where all the fishermen hoist their sails,
They dance in the moon to the siren song, before their day begins
Did you see the badger, the bison, the ..., the bowmen,
Lurking around in your head.
They're sifting through things that you said,
Oh the violent things that remind you of me.

Who's gonna walk you home?
Who's gonna light the torches?
Carry you along
Through this unforgiving trail.
The thoughts that rip along the way,
Exposing you to everything.
Who's gonna walk you home,
On this unforgiving trail?


You can run to meet me,
But I'll be dreaming.
My dear, I fear we're falling in to danger once again.
Did you see the shoreline, the fault line, the waves and their motion,
Washing inside of our beds.
It's sifting through things that you said,
Oh the violent things that remind you of me.

Who's gonna walk you home?
Who's gonna light the torches?
Carry you alone,
Through this unforgiving trail.
The thoughts that rip along the way,
Exposing you to everything.
Who's gonna walk you home?
On this unforgiving trail.

We all die lonely, the lost and hungry,
The tortured and weathered shells
Thrown back by the fishermen.

We all sink slowly, back into the brine,
Shatter all the . . .
Where the . . . wait to die.

We are, we are, we are, we are lonely.
We're lonely.
We are, we are, we are, we are hungry.
We're hungry.

Who's gonna walk you home?
Who's gonna light the torches?
Carry you along,
Through this unforgiving trail.
The thoughts that rip along the way,
Exposing you to everything.

Who's gonna walk you home?
On this unforgiving trail.

We are, we are, we are, we are lonely.
We're lonely.
We are, we are, we are, we are hungry.
We're hungry.

We are, we are, we are, we are . . .