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I Wanted You To Have This​.​.​. (The Last Bite of My Burrito)

by Rio Devore

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How'd We Get Here? 03:39
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I’m hell bent I’m steady I’m weary, where’s whiskey? Fuck, are the street lights turning on? Been drinking since Wednesday Where are we in the first place? I don’t know where it all went wrong And I… can hear the waves crashing on the shore line And I… don’t know which way to go I miss having a place to call home Where do you call home Where do you go? Home… I miss going home And Im stubborn, Im battered Im wearied down and withered Fuck are the bars about to close? Ive been coming off a bender, I swear its getting better Maybe, I should probability go home And I… didn’t mean to cross a line And how… did I end up on the other side I’m just trying to find my home Where is my home I miss going home I miss going home And I swears the sounds coming down I can feel it all around She doesn’t look at me the same And I’m breaking stability Losing my mind, god damn, am I splitting this reality? And I don’t know who trust anymore Cause she to be with me, I still don’t know what that means Maybe I should go home I should probably go home Ive been trying to go home I miss going home
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Waving Thoughts 02:48
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I remembered when you use to say you love me Maybe that’s the mushroom talking Micro-dosing on the Pacific Coast Highway And are you growing out your bangs? Last year, wasn’t that a mistake? Maybe that’s what you mean about over thinking I’ve been trying to paint the scenes before the ending Asking questions like what your up to these days Doesn’t change a damn thing Wouldn’t matter anyways And I’m reminiscing over the dates we wrote on wine corks Spinning them like there holy scrolls Now inside jokes, do you even remember the Alamo? Lucy went crazy as London was falling Coming down till the morning Cursing the sunlight on the drive home (Apologizing to the flower on the walk home) Asking questions like do you love me these days? Would it change a damn thing? How does it matter anyways? So grit your teeth and fix bayonets love Burning bridges can’t light the path your on But didn’t we grow so far? Half ah mother fucking decade But what’s that saying about close hands and open arms? (X2) So keep asking questions like, did you ever trust me? Did you ever love me? Would the answer change the ending? So what does it matter anyways? It wouldn’t change a damn thing You packed up and left yesterday
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Death by Foxes 03:23
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She took off on a jet plane yesterday  Always talking about a holiday in Spain  October lease resting on the grapevine  We were romantic works of forget me not Broken violin strings being played in the closet  Who made you feel ashamed for singing along with spring? The family portraits are turning into mirrors but don’t look at me  I can’t keep the door cracked as the past is shattering  So put your hair down kid The new chapters about to begin And you won’t believe just how good it’s gonna get  Lyres leave but lover forgive  I rapped your lock of hair around a picture frame Breathing in the lustful eyes of the evergreens You were always the furthest thing out of reach from me While walking on water in an airplane over the sea Sinking into boots but where do you want to stand We can make believe the floor is lava but love its quicksand  But I can’t pretend that you aren’t already in the arms of another man How does the lingerie I bought ya look on his floor again? So keep your hair up kid Is it a new chapter or the book's end? And you won’t believe how good it could have been Lovers need lawyers cause the lyes they are living  Now I understand why death is by foxes And why she glows like marigold  So kick up dust and run rabbit run The coyote canyon call  But not even love can find you Hurdling over boundaries like a track star Did you enjoy those story you were reading? And you won’t believe how good it could have been Lovers need lawyers cause the lyes they are living  Now I understand why death is by foxes And why she glows like marigold 
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Love Language 03:32
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Fixing a midnight drink Shes busy, grinding her teeth It's a nervous song with a peaceful refrain Weighed down with thoughts of tomorrow and yesterday Anxiety is a childhood grief keepsake Eskimo kissing Aurora as she gets flushed in the rays Damning the time the alarm displays At least I got to see you naked today But I need you to touch me like you use to Taking the scenic route home at 2AM Warning signs in the review mirror So keep your phone face down It’s easy to feel lonesome in a crowd But can’t you still hear me from this side of town Maybe its the echos in my brain thats getting to loud Damning the sound… When I just need you to hold me like you used to But I need you to touch me like you used to So I soak in the last little bit of warmth left in the bed frame Are you tired from sleeping all day? Cause I'm drunk, hardly slept and wide awake And I have the nerve to ask why won’t you look at me the same? But its cause I need you to hold me to need me like you use to Like you use to
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Final Lap 03:56
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Sow my waistcoat for the wedding Fix my tie for the funeral I’ll dance with you in the same shoes, That they will bury me in So I framed your photo in an elf knot Near a windowsill of forget me nots Waking up at the witching hours I guess the devils in the details still And a closed door keeps swinging She painted me black and white like James Dean Starry eyes, play make believe, that life’s a movie scene Somewhere between the polarizes she stopped loving me Dancing in the ashes pretending its in the city But that closes door keeps swinging Irish rain echoing on the west coast Let the wind catch ya like it’s child’s play It’s a fine line between carefree and it all being taken away One day I won’t know your name and you’ll forget about me Why couldn’t the moments I held you, feel like eternity
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Over Speaking, Over Thinking 04:42
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I can still see us back there in the B line station seats Painted braids, what a display at he worldfair in 20-23 At least that’s how it felt when you where looking at me Running a Santa Barbara mile with her champagne worries Sipping a magic potion as the California suns setting Remember when tomorrow was just us stoned dreaming Even at 17 Thursday felt like the weekend darling Now the days keeps giving like Jesus Christ is finally listening Yet my heart gets lost in the labyrinth of what could and shouldn’t be And you think we’re still going to make it to the end For once, I hope the faits are on our side with this So we talk shit on the craftman homes that are wearing the same shades of paint Laughing while the mushrooms kick in At the thought of affording one someday Still its all so beautiful, this gifted curse that life can be It all means so much more that you want to grow through it with me Getting the blues to even out the fading tints of November Putting the last fox gloves behind her ear, trying to hold onto Summer Finding comfort in the fact that a figure eight can go off the rail Life’s a game of knowing better but wishing well Yet my heart gets lost in the labyrinth of what could and shouldn’t be And I have faith we’re still going to make it to the end For once, I hope I can believe myself when I sing She swears it sounds like praying California rolling at red lights and stop signs Saying there’s a time for those in chapter of suburban living Enjoy the moment your in and not the ones you think will happen And she swears we are going to make it to the end So I can stop worrying about what’s ahead How’d we get here again?
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Highballs At The High Dive 03:05
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She’s flooding in the bedroom again Hairs a mess, miming lips, it’s a silent flick Most nights a ghost is just a wish But her memories only have two shades in it Ox blood shot eyes, reading between the violet lines With a scientific mind that hates the details most night Still the birds are just as important as the sunrise So lay lady lay or lie lover lie Château dreams and champagne problems It went from wolf traps to two towers in the city of flowers Oh, Queen Ann won’t you let down your hair again? I’ve been trying to play connect the dots with your arrows before they land Still, this Christmas is getting cold isn’t it darling? But won’t you sing me the song of the red breast sparrow Warning of snow, leaving the door open so I know she had to go But stay lady stay and stop the lies lover why As château dreams turn into champagne problems Now run of to little London While I disappear in New Amsterdam Stolen tops hats, dancing in a flapper dress When we met, we were strangers And now we are back to that But stay lady stay Just stay lady stay Champagne dreams in a château on the upper east side Red rocks and white lines
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Chin Up, Chest Out 03:06
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Painting over desert daze San Diego memories Of her water coloring brush stroke balancing act Saluting her own hat, playing captain on the rock stacks Won’t you sit with me for a minute as the waves crash? I’m sorry, I remember when you’d be the one to ask that But they say paper on your tung will make this town look like Paris love And I must of gotten lost, Following the map you’d drawl on my back after dark So please turn the window down, The worlds already plenty loud And is it the next day baby girl? No cold feet now, my ole honey love… Oh, do you still see me in your last name? Hanging the last plucked wild flower bouquet Connecting Morse code lantern lights in the night sky As thunderbolts echo goodnight on Federal Drive Resting under jet streams makes living just a dream Those Covid years changed more than our reality But do you want to keep going darling? Or should we let the sand settle in the desert where it’s suppose to be? So please roll the window up The worlds plenty loud enough Maybe tomorrow will be kinder baby But no cold feet now, my ole honey love So keep the North Star in your pocket Keep your fox gloves for book marks My eyes have been reading into things to much Your never coming back my love What’s that? Your never coming back my love What’s that? Your never coming back my love So please keep the moon roof open Soak in the breaking of the sounds Maybe tomorrow will be kinder baby But no cold feet now, my ole honey love
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Chelsea, Alright? 03:36
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Chelsea’s singing a bright eyes song to me While dangling her feet off a guest bedrooms balance Saying in June, I hopes we’ll get to sleep outside But only if you’ll lay low with me here on north side Hey, tell me that lie I love, tell me were going to be alright And where going to be alright kid Now put those glasses on that you swear you don’t really need Playing foxes in the brambles at the beginning of spring She believed we’d never make it passed 23 When 30 was the real age that was out of reach But hey tell me that lie I love Saying everything’s going to work out just fine And kid we’re going to be alright Always trying to shoot the moon when you should have been painting the sky But hey tell me that lie I love Everything’s going to be alright Yea kid, everything’s going to work out just fine Im not fine
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Praying Into The Wind 04:19
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Bitter blues of a strawberry moon Rusty chords from a dried air October tune And every decade it seems like were all doomed So I’ve been drinking more and sleeping less Taking life lessons from historical dead men While living my life through wise quotes of beautiful women It’s a blinding wind tunnel of thoughts The foggy sleepy hallow that is San Fran And darling, were all losing our heads again   Hanging on a series of weary words Muttering out a half-hearted Halleluiah Halleluiah, oh I’m home…   Bleach west coast stained tips Ladies wanting to feel blessed by being sun kissed Wondering where the girls of summer went Oh California what have you done to the Pacific? High-waisted, day-dropping beauty queens Gone on city lights, starry eyes and Xannie lines And I’m just another boy with drawn-on arrow eyes Trusting ear whispers from a cloaked Maid Marian Saying even the bravest of men go crazy in the end   And hanging on a series of weary words Searching for a sacred, peaceful Halleluiah Halleluiah, oh I’m home…   Communion sunrise over the Seattle skyline Dimming castle tower lights with the holiday’s insight Rolled back eyes after Sunday morning lines Chased by a half empty glass of boxed holy wine Looks like nothing fucks you harder than time I’m being judged by strangers for the words that I write Whispered microphone secrets down a legless hallway Waiting to feel baptized in the sun’s solstice rays   Well hey Mary, are you listening? Hell, Mary, are you listening? Are you listening? Take me home…

about

It hasn’t even been a year since what I knew of my reality was ripped out from underneath me. So much of my life has changed and yet I feel so close and far from it all at the same time.

Within all the chaos I did what I always do and found comfort in the written word. Over the past few months I had written over 60+ songs and am still writing. I sat down with them and myself to sort out if I had something worth releasing. Out of the lot, I was able to pluck a bouquet of 10 songs that fit the image of what had a fainted brush stroke of a finished framed painting or next studio record. These are not those songs, these are a few tracks that spoke to me still, that have a voice of their own but came from the same place as the other works, a place of love. They are a little rough and raw since they were recorded at home but I wanted them to rest in the same place they were written.

Regardless, I wanted you to have this (the last bite of my burrito), is just that, it’s love. I want to give you all a piece of the love I was given, the love I gave, and the love that moved on. Love can’t die, it just grows and changes with time so please share with me this or have the last bite of my burrito cause I love you all.

Alright, now time to get into the studio… I got full band album to record.

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released March 15, 2023

Ryan Wilson- Guitar
Austin Robertson- Coproducer

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Rio Devore Seattle, Washington

Rio Devore is a singer-songwriter who lives in Seattle, WA. Rio’s music has been compared to Conor Oberst from Bright Eyes, The Mountain Goats, The National, and Craig Finn from The Hold Steady. Lyrically driven, poetic storytelling, with a bittersweet sorrowful hopefulness. Rio is currently recording and self-producing a new album, set for release in winter 2023. ... more

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