Aisle Seat 37-Dmiles high, stalled above the sea
aisle seat 37-D
the hard guys that are crying quietly
and the moms lost in shock will never see me
sitting alone wearing headphones
smiling slighty as we fall towards the sea
and i'm having a glass of red wine
trying to find a picture of you
At My PostBranches waving madly in the air
Waving 'round like they don't even care
Last time I considered leaving here
The roads caught fire and I drank all our beer
Out here at my post, I've learned a lot
I've learned that the fruit on the ground is gonna rot
Away Birdies With Special SoundsI woke up in the morning
And they were gone
I look around for them
But they're nowhere
I woke up in the morning
And I looked everywhere
But I think they've gone away
Broken Household Appliance National ForestSit on the toaster like a rock
No need to worry about a shock
All of the microwaves are dead
Just like the salamander said
The refrigerators house the frogs
The conduit is the hollow log
Broken household appliance national forest
CinderlandOutdated dreams have kept
Your friends around
I've seen them sad and wet
In cast off gowns
I don't know though
I've been wonderin'
Who looked at you
Collective Dreamwish Of Upperclass EleganceHere I sit and play guitar
Drink beer out in the country
Having narrowly escaped my trip
Into town and now it's sunday
So here I sit and play guitar
Count stars out in the country
Having narrowly escaped my trip
Into town, and now there's no one around
Egg Hit And Jack TooOn the telephone all morning
it's been a while since I talked to you
your voice's transferred sweet
I wish forever I could talk to you
of course I blame that guy Tom
I'm sure he talked you into doing it
although I'm sorry he's dead
El caminos in the WestDoo doo doo
So there's my baby
Laughing at me in the sun
Wonder if I'm the weaker one
I feel so far away from home
Always so far away
Elevate Myselfi dont wanna work all night and day
on writing songs that make the young girls cry
or playing little solos on the keyboard
so the kids will ask me how and why
i just wanna, i just wanna
i just wanna elevate myself
i just wanna, i just wanna
Everything Beautiful Is Far AwayHe just finished eating dinner
And stepped outside the cave to smoke
A cigarette he made from rolled up photo paper
They were pictures of things back on earth
He looked out on a greyish white expanse
Of uninhabited terrain he now called home
He'd seen plenty of mirages and imaginary visitors
Up until then so he wasn't sure what to think when
Gentle Spike ResortAnd liars got that corner now
And they've got flyers everywhere
With ex-school treasures for hire
And whitesnake riffs dressed up like Sid Viscosity
As lice is living in your practice room couch
You're not the only one who's doing without
Daddy doctor's son punk rocker shouts
"Dad the A.C.'s broke in our hardcore
Go Progress ChromeGo progress chrome
They paint the moon today
Some brand new future color
Go progress chrome
I aim to shoot the scarfolds
I like it how it's always been
Go progress chrome
Nocturnal glare confusion
He's simple, he's dumb, he's the pilotAdrift again 2000 men
You lost your maps,
You lost the plans,
Did you hear them yell,
"Land damn it land?"
You say you can't,
Well I hope you can,
I hope you can
Hewlett's DaughterHewlett's daughter,
Loved her father,
And I think she loved me too,
For a little while.
Hewlett's daughter,
I forgot her,
Now I'm treating water
Jed The HumanoidLast night something pretty bad happened
We lost a friend (we lost a friend)
All shocked and broken (all shocked and broken)
Shutdown, exploded (shutdown, exploded)
Jeddy 3 is what we first called him
Then it was Jed (then it was Jed)
Now Jeds systems dead (Jeds systems dead)
Laughing StockWe do believe it ends right here
The orchestration and the dream is clear
Shuttle departs and they're all there
Everyone's cracking up but we don't care
And we agree
It's what we need
Orchestrareal
Whisper the cymbals ride on in
LevitzWrong to say that I am giving up
Right to say that I ain't showing up
I've got pictures at my home
And doors that transform me alone
Sunny days should leave a message on my phone
I don't think I'm gonna miss you much
For I've got dials and knobs soft to the touch
Lost On Yer Merry WayTrouble with a capital T
"Tie him down," they said
But tired ain't for me
Let this one fly
I wonder what they'll make of me
When I'm good and gone in song
Miner at the Dial-A-ViewI found your house and I saw your car
But I've no idea where you are
From the dial-a-view
Tire scraps on the federal roads
Look like crash landed crows
From the dial-a-view
Nonphenomenal LineageWell hello good morning sir
The results are back
And now it's time to pack your things and go
Seems you came up rather short
Of the average sort
Now I must inform you've no reason left to remain here
Now surely you'll understand that only gifted hands
Will receive the chance to touch down on fortune
O.K. With My DecayI woke up Tuesday morning
To coming down
Without a sound
Coming back down
The pressure put upon me
It goes and goes
Til it thinks it got me
Our Dying BrainsThe science halls
Have hollow walls
And solid carpet
At least the cops still come in
Spare's the need for poems
Broken legs can't run anyway
Some days were missed
Pull the curtainsPull the curtains on the day
(aaaaaaaaaaaaaah)
Sometimes it is the only way
(aaaaaaaaaaaaaah)
Pull the curtains on the day
Sometimes it is the only way
Rear View MirrorRear view mirror
Rear view mirror
Rear view mirror
Rear view mirror
What the hell
While I've been trying to drive somewhere
Real and nearer
Rode My Bike To My Stepsister's WeddingI rode my bike to my stepsister's wedding
And in my backpack was designer bedding
And a gift certificate for a CD or for a cassette
A CD or cassette
I only but once met her new guy
And the good news to me is he seems shy
Maybe he'll help me find a new job
Saddest Vacant Lot In All The WorldShe's in the kitchen crying by the oven
It seems she really loved him
And he's so drunk he's passed out it a Datsun
That's parked out in the hot sun
In the saddest vacant lot in all the world
Boldly going where he rarely knows
But he'll miss her when he goes
Stray Dog And The Chocolate ShakeS-s-supervisor
The supervisor guy
Turns off the factory lights
So the robots
Have to work in the dark
And there's a car load of kids
Street BunnyIt's a street bunny
It's a street bunny
It's a street bunny
It's a street bunny
It's a street bunny
He doesn't hop hop hop around
He struts around
Summer Here KidsSummer Here Kids
After she lets you glide around
Finally hit the ground like a paper plane
Take a trip, join me in the sun
But not really though and I ain't having fun
'Cause summer here kids, summer here totally lies
TasterPut out the word we need a new taster
There's one king left and so much food to eat
The interception by the last one was absolute professionalism
If he's laying there saying he's sorry
Tell him it's okay we learn this way
Taster you're the automatic saint
Taster you're the automatic one
The Crystal LakeShould never have left the crystal lake
Should never have left the crystal lake
For parties full of folks who flake
Italian leather winter games
Retired by the duraflames
The crystal lake it only laughs
The Final Push To The SumI never know their names
But I smile just the same
New faces, strange places
Most everything I see
Becomes a blur to me
And I'm wasted because
The fast pace is too much
The Go In The Go-For-ItThe talk, it got so loud
The songs cut out
Well, that's when I'd had enough
Of all their talk n' stuff
I had to bring it down
To more level ground
Where my only company
Is wind blowin' through the leaves
The Group Who Couldn't SayDoo doo doo
The tale I'm gonna tell
Is about the group who couldn't say
Together they discovered with each other the perfections of an
outdoor day
They had won some kinda prize
Why Took Your AdviceI took your advice
And turned my cable off
You said you'd do it too
How come you never call?
I took your advice
And fixed my radio
But I can't find anything
Why Would I Want To DieYou didn't really die
You only went away
My drummer he saw you
Buying supplies about a week ago
A couple towns away
South on the interstate
I gave him shit for not
Wives Of FarmersWives of farmers care about the way their husbands feel
Wives of farmers know the power of a home cooked meal
Wives of farmers grow pretty flowers out in the yard
Wives of farmers know that life is sometimes hard
Wives of farmers decorate their homes with precision
Wives of farmers don't have time to watch television
Wives of farmers pick their kids up at the bus stop