Piano Fire

I got sunburnt waiting for the jets to land. Circus people with hairy little hands. Come on boys strike up the army band. I got sunburnt waiting for the jets.

Cut Your Ribbon

Wake up, can you hear me?. You're so clever, did you find me?. In the backroom, in your closet. In your suitcase, there's no running. . I will find you, like the glacier.

Painbirds

Goddamn, it's so very hot. Supposed to come a rain but it's not. . Oh yeah. Here come the painbirds. Oh yeah. Here come the painbirds. . Spiral down those hateful dears.

The Closure

Crawl

All that you say is complimentary. Within these walls where lies are on display. If you hide the truth then rest assured. There's nothing left to say, there's nothing left to do.

Collapse

The host of the show comes down. To collapse on the ground. And the crime scene revisits me. . This body shut down in Bordeaux. And on the shores of gold coast.

My Yoke Is Heavy

(daniel dale johnston). . In clusters we move through a farm. Somewhere far off the thunder roaring. And the fortune teller has fixed her sweetly eyes on my child.

Cataract

Locked up in the distance. In the falter above us. As the contrails pass, you spoke your mind. Old photos distort you. And you're frowning a smile. As the misery makes you act blind.

Mountains

Once I was a big old bear. Reigning blows on sparkly snares. In the woods after the snow. The white-noise witch her hammers cold. . Rest beneath the pine and rose.

Breaking The Broken

On a holiday slow motion sets its pace. And it makes me pray for Capricorns sweet face. Our lives get tangled up in progress falling short on life's test.

Most Beautiful Widow In Town

We were both standing in your mother's living room. Sweating up a storm in that terrible month of June. And the sweat rolled down your cheek and into your mouth.

Atlas

Well, I love this town like you do. We'll burn it to the ground. Pack your things and then you're gone. Call a new place home. . Like you do, like you do.

Morning Hollow

In the silver morning hollow. Trembling and getting old. Smelling burnt oil of heaven. About ten years, too big to hold. . She don't get up when I come into the room.

Assemble The Empire

Don't make this fake. Last second of life. Faux obsolete. Assemble the empire. . Following fell on hard times. This one won't count. We won't count it at all.

More Yellow Birds

Is your jewelry still lost in the sand?. Out on the coast, or rushed into the brine. You left your rings on the shoreline. So you wouldn't lose them, swimming in the shallows.

Air

Apathy falls in the ocean. At least we went down fighting. At the bottom of the ocean. The scenery can fail calm. Up till now, been riding fine, yeah.

Midget In A Junkyard

Maria's Little Elbows

Well I'll bet my Maria's got an elbow full of lonely. Now here's a little prayer so that she might get some sleep. Don't let her face be skinned by the sun today.

London

(words by william blake [1757 - 1827]). . I wander through each chartered street,. Near where the chartered thames does flow,. And mark in every face I meet.

Little Fat Baby

Did you save your wisdom teeth?. Did you burn your Christmas tree?. . But he got dragged by a donkey. Through the dirt and the myrtle. But he was once a little fat baby.