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Now that it's been a while. Somehow come back in style. You smile at me. I hear the trash collectors at night. Drunk romance, soft forgiving lights. It's all the same.

Tyco Racing Set And A Christmas Story Fifteen Times

Here comes winter trial. Wishing I could remember being a child. On my knees again. Begging for Jesus or maybe an okay friend. I have been betrayed. By an anger that broke me, broke me.

Two Violins, Which Are Meant To Represent The Forest

Nowhere you'd rather be than fifteen blocks away. Tonight you're embracing it, tomorrow, who's to say. Deem love unconditional but the real world don't work that way.

Trials Of The Spiky Belt Collective

To The Wall (intermission)

I can't articulate this sudden need for space. You ask me where it hurts. And the circle closes. Our demographic, digital static. Are we stillborn?. Are we still brothers?.

Timber

You're the same old bore. I know that, no need to remind me. I know from experience that nothing gold can stay. Numbers one or two, it all hits the same fan.

This Life, So Unlike The Last

This Lemonade Is Terrible

Pull the world out from underneath you. There is no one here to greet you. Just days like snakes crawling up your leg. The work seems worthless, at least hardly worth it.

Thirteen

One, two, three. . Won't you let me walk you home from school?. Won't you let me meet you at the pool?. Maybe Friday I can get tickets for the dance. And I'll take you.

There It Goes, So It Goes

The Thrill Of The Hunt

She's bright and you're bleak. Then she kicked you out into the street. You call her when you're weary and weak. And the coma you slip into. Will hold all this against you.

The Thing About Distance (redux)

Folding love letters and carefully placing them. in a box underneath my bed. When I drink I read over them. I'm much stronger than I was when I knew her,.

The Short Story Long

The Rest Is Up To You

The Last Time I Saw Richard

[Originally by Joni Mitchell]. The last I saw Richard was in Detroit '68 and he told me, "All romantics meet the same fate someday: cynical and drunk and boring someone in some dark cafe." "You laugh," he said, "you think you're immune, well go look into your eyes they're full of moons, you like roses and kisses and pretty men to tell you all those pretty lies, pretty lies, when you gonna realize they're all just pretty lies, only pretty lies?" Put a quarter in the Wurlitzer and he pushed three buttons and the thing began to whir and the barmaid came by in fishnet stockings and a bowtie and said, "Drink up now, its getting on time to close." "Richard you haven't really changed," I said, "just now that you're romanticizing some kind of pain that's in your head, you've got tombstones in your eyes but the songs you picked to dream on, listen, they speak of a love so sweet. Love so sweet, when you gonna get yourself back up on your feet? Oh love can be so sweet, love so sweet." Richard got married to a figure skater and her bought her a dishwasher and a coffee percolator, and now he drinks alone most nights with the TV on and all the house lights off, crying. "I'm gonna blow this damn candle out, I don't want nobody coming over to my table I got nothing to talk to anybody about" All good dreamers end this way, staring down bottles in dark cafes, dark cafes, only a phase before I get my gorgeous wings and fly away, only a phase, these dark cafe days..

Staring At Your Toy Collection

Spin

Bird swings, sing blue, my Paris fling. Out the screen door, off and old cassette. My mind was tight and ran like a engine,. When you showed up it was the darkest of dark nights.

Song For Annie's Harmonica

You fill up my sences. like night in the forest. like the mountains in spring time. like a walk in the rain. like a storm in the desert. like a sleepy blue ocean.

Something In The Air

Slow Me Down