♫ I see a red door And I want it painted black No colours anymore I want them to turn black ♫ Throughout history, every generation has its share of artists that see themselves as visionaries. Believing they have honed … Read More
Juniper Tree
El Mariachi Muerte sits beneath the shade of a Juniper tree. Within it, a bird sings a beautiful song. “A trip through the Groves can be illuminating for those attuned to hear its music.” “Take this bird, tweeting happily in … Read More
The Most Cursed of Hands
♫ When Death went down to the river And He came to fall; to lose it all To fool the fool too quick to call While the gambler’s stacks grew bigger He had lost his sights through narrowed eyes Too … Read More
Losing Your Religion
♫ Oh life is bigger It’s bigger than you, and you are not me The lengths that I will go to The distance in your eyes Oh no I’ve said too much, I set it up ♫ Most of the … Read More
Nothing Compares
El Mariachi Muerte walks a lonely road, one he had trod so many times before. The Horseman sits, his back resting up against the familiar wood of a door. A certain door. One that he longs to open. Yet the … Read More