The Ugly Organist

And now, we proudly present. songs perverse and songs of lament. A couple hymns of confession,. and songs that recognize our sick obsessions. Sing along i'm on the ugly organ again.

The Recluse

I wake alone, ina woman's room I hardly know.. I wake alone- and pretend that I am finally home.. The room is littered with her books and notebooks.. I imagine what they say, like, 'shoo fly, don't bother me,'.

The Great Decay

Tall Tales Telltales

Now and again you'll remember the sound. Of the sails waving helpless. The cables wrapping one another into knots so strong. You're lost at once if not tossed into the drink and lost beneath.

Staying Alive

I've decided tonight I'm staying alive just kicking & screaming. Blood boiling & steaming. There are things far too dark to comprehend. Sleep on it one more night my sad old friend.

Some Red Handed Slight Of Hand

And now we proudly present. Songs perverse and songs of lament. A couple hymns of confession. And songs that recognize our sick obsessions. Sing along I'm on the ugly organ again.

Some Red Handed Sleight Of Hand

And now, we proudly present. Songs perverse and songs of lament.. A couple of hymns of confession,. And songs that recognize our sick obsessions.. Sing along- I'm on the ugly organ again..

Sink To The Beat

I'll try to make this perfectly clear,. I'm so transparent I disappear.. These words I lyrically defecate,. Upon songs I boldly claim to create.. Clint steps in to establish the beat,.

Sierra

In the desert, where the cities are made of gold,. There's a girl playing hopscotch with pink ribbon pigtails.. And hermom calls out from an apartment balcony,.

Mothership, Mothership, Do You Read Me?

Herald! Frankenstein

Harold Weathervein

Harold walks down any street of this town. Both crier & witness the sun drops clouds shift. His legs twitch. . The clocks chime on cafes, pharmacies, and dime stores, in bar rooms he stils all alone erupting..

Fairytales Tell Tales

Driftwood: A Fairy Tale

So he would sulk and drink and mope. . And cross his arms and hope to die.. . And then a fairy came one night. . To bring this sorry boy to life.. . She pulled some strings.

Driftwood

So he would sulk and drink and mope. and cross his arms and hope to die.. And then a fairy came one night. to bring this sorry boy to life.. She pulled some strings,.

Butcher The Song

There's a time and a place, this is neither the time nor the place.. "where do I fit in, in this jigsaw of a relationship? !?. Why should I play the fall guy to your love?.

Bloody Murderer

There's a ghost in my bed. She cries in her sleep. She says I won't let her leave. I lie perfectly still. As she stifles her tears. I don't want to disturb her.

Art Is Hard

Cut it out. Your self-inflicted pain. It's getting too routine. The crowds are catching on. To the self-inflicted song. Well, here we go again. The art of acting weak.

A Gentleman Caller

Your gentleman caller,. Well, he's been calling on another. He loves his forbidden fruit.. And as it dribbles down his chin. He cries, "baby, I've been drinking with some friends! now how 'bout a little kiss...".