For The Beauty Of Wynona

The ingots are burning red. I'm working time and a half. Tomorrow I'll stay in bed. What a life I lead, what a life. . I burn my fingers, why don't you.

Fisherman's Daughter

I laid awake a whole night long. Waiting for the sun to beat down on my head. In this broken bed. . I laid awake and dreamt of ships. Passing through night.

Flametop Green

Dusty

Falling At Your Feet

Every chip from every cup. Every promise given up. Every reason that's not enough. Is falling, falling at your feet. . Every one who needs a friend. Every life that has no end.

Carla

Death Of A Train

Union Station, tombstone high. No more tears, this fountain dry. Nameless faces, just headlines. We don't ride that train no more. . No resistance, turn my head.

Desert Rose

Beatrice

Beatrice, come over here, come and lay yourself down. Yeah tell me all about it to that lonesome sound. Mm, take a look outside, it's all a bit crazy.

Brother L.a.

Brother you wait up late. When you finish the midnight shift. And you try to put out the hate. And you know it's going to drift. . Brother you're going down.

As Tears Roll By

I've been working downtown inside my troubles. I've been working downtown inside my troubles. I've been sleeping under the bridge of highway 1. And I don't know who my savior is.

Agave

Amazing Grace

Amazing Grace how sweet the sound. That saved a wretch like me!. I once was lost, but now am found,. Was blind, but now I see..

...and The Hazy Sea

Do you know how many cities had been built. On the mainland and the trains there. How they'd glide over the marshes. And the hazy sea. . Carrying business men in starched collar shirts.

What Dogs See

I lost myself in the wild hills. Spawn in the sweet smelling tinder-filled basement. From Prince Edward Island I hitched a long way. Would you turn by some orange grove road?.

Wind Phoenix

Exotic vision. Permanently red-light. Squinting for hours. Natural American spirit doctorate. Make love to inanimate objects. Pasteboard decked out in Ikea finery.

Share

If I should return like I once did. Animals will mark me with brown infant eyes. The same eyes whose lids I kissed the high grass in which they sit. Is shoulder length and hanging on your forehead.

Some Trees

And now a road connects the cul-de-sac. To the adjacent development. But there used to be trees stretching back. And there was no way through. . And I was thankful for the mystery.

Living North

I met the first guy. Who said "I'll always remember this night, Jane". When I brought cigarettes home on a whim. It was really him. And all of us other guys.

Like Blood Does

Nightly, empty, luminous ballrooms roll back in your skull. I resigned myself to all the disappearance. I was sure the cops would come calling. Some sick shivering morning.