The Creator Has A Master Plan

Just Warming Up

Crazy Bout You

Goin Home

The Frozen Stare

The Devils

Don't Hurt Yourself

Worldwide

I don't smoke in the morning, can't get no sleep. That's the time for thinking what's gonna be. I had a good thing going but it didn't stay. Don't make no plans anymore except to go away.

You Are Your Mother's Child

I remember the day you appeared on this earth. With eyes like the ocean, got blood on my shirt. From my camera angle it looked like it hurt. But your mama had a big old smile.

Zigzagging Toward The Light

I'm blessed with a heart that doesn't stop. My minds a weathervane it spins around just like a top. Knows what the winds of fortune bring. In the season of the witch.

White Shoes

You can wear your new white shoes in the muddy afternoon. Walking past these day drunks too, they whistle with their hands. But I could be your catcall too, anything you wanna do.

Time Forgot

Polished my shoes I bought a brand new hat. Moved to a town that time forgot. Where I don't have to shave or be approachable. No I can do just what I want.

To All The Lights In The Windows

Moses up on the mountainside, what a place to meet. He brought his pad and his pencil, poured himself some gypsy tea. And all the world's multiplicity, they turn his brain and his soul to stone.

Souled Out!!!

The barrio starts two streets over. Miguel, he's a friend of mine. With brick weed, built a reputation. Like dry ice in the summertime. . Now all you need's an electric razor.

Spoiled

Baby got his feelings hurt singing that old standard. You can't break a rule that ain't been made. A starlight chasing ponytails and mushroom clouds and black fields.

Ten Women

Ten women. Ten women between you and me. Ten women. Ten women, the nightmare, the fantasy. . Ten women, the thrill and the shame. Ten women, I miss you the same.

Slowly

Potential, well you're a loaded line. The veil between the world and the faceless bride. There's nothing yet but a bunch of white. Potential, well you're a loaded line.

Snake Hill

I was born on Snake Hill and that's where I'll probably die. 'Cause I don't like to kill but I've got poison in my bite. Well, I feel safe to say. That I should probably stay upon Snake Hill.

Sausalito

Hair blowing in the hot wind. Time hanging from a clothes pin. There's no sorrow that the sun's not gonna help. . Smell the leather of your new car. Drive through the desert after night fall.

Nyc-gone, Gone

[Chorus]. Gone, gone from New York City. Where you gonna go with a head that empty?. Gone, gone from New York City. Where you gonna go with a heart that gone?.