Size Of Your Life

All left hands and accidents. Size of your life. I didn't see you coming out. Corner of my eye. . Yeah, I've been around before. But this time I don't.

Apparently, I'm A 'p.c. Fascist' (because I Care About Both Human And Non-human Animals)

Scenes From Parisian Life

The sun comes up a little later. So, you can drink a little longer. I wish I had a dream last night. So half the time you'd be here. . I'm on your vine now, so high, I can see Italy.

Anti-manifesto

Scenes From France In General

I sleep quite violently waking warm with thunder. and I'm the magician's girl.. Buttoning my cuffs at the wrist,. and split from my neck to my knees,.

And We Thought That Nation-states Were A Bad Idea

Anchorless

Say Goodbye Good

Say goodbye good, hey hey hey. We might not be fooling around today. If we go all the way, hey hey hey. All the ills after us is the songs that we play.

Albright Monument, Bagdhad

Saturday

She drank white wine. Makes me want to marry her memories, madly. And she slept across the ocean as we crossed the ocean. And I got cross with the ocean.

A Public Dis - Service Announcement From Shell

("clear thinking in troubled times": winnipeg free press, nov 21st, 1995) "people have the right to the truth. unvarnished. even uncomfortable. but never subjugated to a cause, ho.

A People's History Of The World

Run Down The Waterfall

I wish you'd just ask me about Mercury. So I could answer truthfully. Singing startles the night and the night is over. South of the South Dakota border.

... & We Thought Nation States Were A Bad Idea

"publicly subsidized! privately profitable!" that's the anthem of the upper-tier (the puppeteer untouchable). we focus a moment, nod in approval and bury our head back in the bar-codes.

Red Paint

I was sad enough last Saturday. I woke you to talk but you didn't have much to say. You came to, to two cherry cokes, came to, to coke. . In the morning, when the wind is still warm.

Red & Blue Jeans

Nothing feels good like you in red and blue jeans. And your white and night things.

Raspberry Rush

Down the ferry, our eyes eager for Indians,. down the ferry with wild Irish you never know where you are.. And you never know our eyes, eager for Indians..

Pink Chimneys

Where's New England in my life?. It's only cold when you sleep alone. And pink chimneys in Maine couldn't keep me away.

Perfect Lines

I traced all of the letters on all of your letters. I traced all of the letters on all of your letters, love letters. . Let's talk about the sound of the phone outside of Texaco.

Nothing Feels Good

I don't know East Texas from Louisiana. And I don't know Alabama. Or where Atlanta lies tonight. And Indianapolis. . Summers in park and recreation pools.