- A Quarter Till
I do not love being damned if I do and being damned if I don’t
We was running on fumes and there was plenty to lose
But still you didn’t know
Now you look at me picking flesh from my teeth like a mythical beast
‘Cause we’re burning down the castle of the lord
Yes we’re burning down the castle to the floor
- Ageless Advisor
I’m cladding my vices but I’m doing it wrong
It’s the same old story to a different hum along
Come on, hum along
Sprawled on the mosaic again
Childishly on the floor: here I am
Your ageless advisor dressed in black
I cannot take it away from you
- Bullseye Bunny
Romero and Natalia springing from the Eastern Seaboard
Soon as I say okay
Soon as I say okay
They want to be free
I cannot take them there
Romero and Natalia sweet on themselves
The limelight looks okay
- Chicken
Open on a moving train and collapse
Rest for awhile
Awhile, this time, could be longer than the last
And even though snot rags litter the room
I hope you’ll make room for me
No attraction to action
A couple dozen features shy of a disaster
A steaming good hot bed of coals is not your home
- Detail
From rolling over the mountain, the parts of me are astray
How could I walk so cruelly
Now don’t beg for me to stay
‘Cause I won’t
Sometimes things will succumb to their brokenness
Go to town when you’re through
Stick around, we can shoot the shit awhile
And that tends to be true
- Downrigger Affiliate Mojo
All four seasons in the real world
Paradise shifting on across the plain
Downrigger affiliate mojo is on my mind all the time
But we, we live in the country
And you, you live in the country
da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da
- Raging with Strangers
Sitting like a lead pipe at a crossroads on a cool night
Look, a piece of plastic passing through
And I see you
Buy me a ticket to a good night’s sleep
Because without sleep I’m not a man
Not a romantic whirlwind or a band
- Rusty
I ditched my apple on Romasco Lane
Never to be seen again
I was asking for a friend in you
You walked right through me in the pouring rain
Rusty, stoned, and anxious
A baron sidewalk to the misty core
You could have left me on the floor
- The Least We Can Do
Any man in a position of authority
He’ll sell you on his wild developments of his shitty dreams
What does it mean?
But still, we own up too
It’s the least we can do
Had a dream about a clumsy boss’s nautical terms
- William Carlos Williams
He’s got a bone to pick with insincerity
The standing water and the blossoming trees
Twisted upon herself like a winter wind
His widow’s drowning down near the marsh
He thinks before he says so
A vague melody
He thinks before he says so