Cartoon Blues

I listened to a lecture of nonsense until dawn. By a plagiary poet with dark glasses on. He said, "How did you ever dream up that song. The one where the baby dies?".

Center Of The World

At the center of the world there is a statue of a girl. She is standing near a well with a bucket bare and dry. I went and looked her in the eyes and she turned me into sand.

Bowl Of Oranges

The rain, it started tappin' on the window near my bed. There was a loophole in my dreamin', so I got out of it. And to my surprise my eyes were wide and already open.

Burn Rubber

Calendar Hung Itself...

Does he kiss your eyelids in the morning when you start to raise your head?. And does he sing to you incessantly from the space between your bed and wall?.

Blue Christmas

I'll have a blue Christmas without you. I'll be so blue thinking about you. Decorations of red on a green Christmas tree. Won't mean a thing though, if you're not here with me.

Bottom Of Everything (we Must Sing)

We must talk on every telephone. Get eaten off the web. We must rip out all the epilogues. From the books that we have read. And to the face of every criminal.

Black Comedy

Well once I gave a look to you but you never gave it back. So here I stand expressionless but my memories intact. I guess the past is good for a laugh.

Blue Angels Air Show

Claire's turning blonde for the summer I guess. The sunlight just soaks into her hair. And she sits next to me on the motorboat. And shyly replies as to which boy she likes at her school.

Big Old House

Big old house on the hill. I sat on the windowsill. Leaning out on the breeze. Do I dwell in memories. Or let them be?. . I can still hear you sing. I see you in everything, in everything.

Away In A Manger

Away in a manger, no crib for a bed. The little Lord Jesus lay down his sweet head. The stars in the sky look down where he lay. The little Lord Jesus asleep on the hay.

Awful Sweetness Of Escaping Sweet

we escape from the house. as the day disappears from the sky. into night. we became what we wanted to be. like a dream or a ghost. i collapse out of turn.

Bad Blood

No news that's good news,. Someone's gonna break.. See things change,. I've been changing everything.. It's peaceful,. The pitch black,. When the last light on goes out..

At The Bottom Of Everything

We must talk on every telephone. Get eaten off the web. We must rip out all the epilogues. From the books that we have read. And to the face of every criminal.

At The Bottom Of Everything - (with Jim James)

We must talk on every telephone. Get eaten off the web. We must rip out all the epilogues. From the books that we have read. And to the face of every criminal.

Attempt To Tip The Scales

Did you expect it all to stop. At the wave of your hand?. Like the sun's just gonna drop. If it's night you demand. Well, in the dark we are just air.

Arc Of Time (time Code)

You can make a plan. Carve it into stone. Like a feather falling. It is still unknown. . Until the clock speaks up. Says it's time to go. You could choose the high.

Arienette

The fragile keep secrets. Gathered in pockets. And they will sell them for nothing. A cheap watch or locket. That kind of gold washes off. And the sad act like lepers.

Approximate Sunlight

Used to dream of time machines. Now it's been said we're post-everything. As a child, imagining. Neckties and coastlines. I've seen the show, man, what a sight.

An Attempt To Tip The Scales

Did you expect it all to stop. At the wave of your hand?. Like the sun's just gonna drop. If it's night you demand. Well, in the dark we are just air.