Founds total 14 songs
Without Mythologies
A soft breeze with slippery concrete black. And full of muddy slush. Contrasting with the hoarfrost, clean and hung. On a tunnel of silent shivering trees.
Time's Arrow
So you watch the sunrise sinking and she's talking in her sleep. A dream of how alone she was tomorrow. When you keep all those promises to someone. In a mirror you will find at your parents' house in 1989.
Reconstruction Site
I'm lost, I'm afraid. A frayed rope tying down a leaky boat. To the roof of a car on the road in the dark. And it's snowing. . If I'm more, then it means less.
Psalm For The Elks Lodge Last Call
Let the waitress put the chairs up. Let the glasses that you broke. Form a picture of our leader. With a halo made of smoke. . Let the golden oldies station.
Pamphleteer
I'm standing on this corner, can't get their attention. Facing rush hour faces turned around. I clutch my stack of paper, press one to a chest. Then watch it swoop and stutter to the ground.
One Great City
Late afternoon another day is nearly done. A darker grey is breaking through a lighter one. A thousand sharpened elbows in the underground. That hollow hurried sound of feet on polished floor.
My Favourite Chords
They're tearing up streets again they're building a new hotel. The mayor's out killing kids to keep taxes down. And me and my anger sit folding a paper bird.
Hymn Of The Medical Oddity
Oh, all the words I should not know. Those doctors wrote on me. Swell up and from their syllable. Won't let me get to sleep. . The sun will start later.
History To The Defeated
There's blood in the sink and he's plunging his wrists in. A hangover halo is washing away. Mechanic school dropout stares into the mirror. Stands up in his derelict daydreams.
Greatest Hits Collection
Knock, so I'll know you're still there. Half listening, interpreting the air. Full of failing foreign tongue. My dialect of stammer come undone. . I've got these threads of you and I.
Elegy For Elsabet
So your fields are stubble, garden's done. Where the scary scarecrow stands. Sees her holding up horizons with her hands. . She's so tired of reading 'Daddy's Lips'.
Aside
Measure me in metered lines in one decisive stare. The time it takes to get from here to there. My ribs that show through t-shirts and these shoes I got for free.
A New Name For Everything
When the bus-shelter windows. And napkin-dispensers surprise. With distorted reflections, it's never the someone. You're hoping to recognize. . And the rent is too high.
(past-due)
February always finds you folding. Local papers open to the faces. Who past away to wonder what they're holding. In those hands were never shown the places.
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