Andreas Brauning - James Deuces lyrics

Her eyes beam out the night in his dreams: her texts scintillate and char in his brain terrific adventures. A cellphone graveyard where all missed calls shriek one or another terrible news. Forget it James Deuces. This is James Deuces. He knew this was it so he began to suffer. Again and again and again. At coffee shops, over bridges, beneath dumpsters, across roof-gaps, supermarkets, taxi offices, post offices, schoolyards, playgrounds, kitchens, cemeteries, his cla**rooms. The toilet bowl, it's missing its handle: it looks like someone bashed someone else's head into it over cash. An airplane rummages among flocks in the air, disappears behind dark clouds. Endless fleets of anonymous black sedans trickle down the pebbled avenues. The tired women sit on their porches, in their minds acknowledging they are in just the same place as all the other women on their porches. A missing child, a weeping horse, a dilapidated memorial, a come crusted rubber, a cop bar, a dandelion grasping for air from within a buckling wall. It seemed, he thought, the world was plastered in honey rusted horse dung. However, maybe Aspen's winter this year brings about a less terrible time than last night's fevers, and trying for more, perhaps dreams of who*es bobbing their heads in and out of white Range Rovers.