This House

by Chris Lopez

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this album was written for my grandpa, Alex Lopez, who passed away April 12, 2011.

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released December 31, 2011

recorded by Edwin Lopez and Julie Gomez in Baytown, TX
April 2011 to Jan 2012

guitar, bass, vocals, accordion, synth, xylophone, trombone-Chris Lopez
backing vocals on "Coming Home" -Michael Ventura

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Track Name: Coming Home
Sunday afternoon I got home to find the whole family home to eat something you made.
You taught me how to start up the grill and then we sat on the porch, but of course I had to leave at 4oclock, so we waved goodbye.
I thought I'd see you when I got home, how I was wrong, I got a call that you were sick, they said I should come sit with them.
I went to see what was wrong, I sat by your bed and cried, thought I'd never see you like this.

Monday morning I got up to find that we would sit and wait till helicopters flew you away.
We couldn't stand the sight we drove home and cried a lot and thought, what the hell are we to do tonight.
I thought of you at school, I'll never be so amused by much, cuz now when I go home alone, don't have no one to say "no, you can't go out".
I'm sick, I hate the way this house looks, it's not the same.

Tuesday morning I got up to play my trombone and thought you would be the one to drive me there.
I didn't speak to anyone, I hated the thought of everyone.
We went to the hospital to say what we needed.
Did you hear everything I said while you were sleeping?
Couldn't stand the thought of you leaving this house, or thinking about nights without your shout.
I'm starting to doubt myself and more.
Nights without your snore, slamming the door of this house, anymore.

I rest in your chair, I walk in your shoes, I light my cigarettes with the lighter that you used so long ago, so long you know, so long ago, so long you go.