po'im - []
ditty - []
they call me (the deconstructor of mind) -
ode to a lonely barfly - []
is the chicken done? - []
find a way - []
tribute to the thirteenth floor - [down here i finally found the demon/down here i finally found the one/down here i finally found my demon/the night has finally begun/and i've been waiting/and i've been praying/and i've been wishing that you were the one/now don't leave me/now don't tease me/and please tell me that i'm the only one/last night i looked into the mirror/and i pretended just for fun/next time you look into that mirror i'll show you the fire in the sun/and you've been waiting/and you've been praying/and you've been wishing you're nightmare had begun/i won't leave you/i won't tease you/and i will show you that i'm the only one.]
mysterious illness - [you drove for hours just to see who i was when i could have told you over the phone that i must not been seen by the eyes of the few that i've crushed but you're here so now you know i was first to lay the blow that killed all the ones you know. you found a way not to break down in shame if you think that will get you close to my wall you should learn to climb over that wall of your own but you won't so on we go and you'll mourn for those you know and i'll be the one who grows]
when i stole from God (recent crazy version) - when i stole from god (older, slower version) - [it was late in july dark blue was the sky and white were the clouds as they soaked up the light of the moon it was night and we held our heads high as we marched to the summit to reach to the sky and disclaim our beliefs no one would believe that we shot down the moon like a busted balloon it lost all of control as it spiraled down home the dog found his bone now we're in control again the night is our friend there's no one to blame of this lack for good pain we'll never go back there again. now i think its september well its hard to tell the time of year when you don't have a home when you're feeling alone again the dog is not your friend you're reaching your end there is no turning back. perhaps its february i am growing weary of dreaming so fast well it was thirty years back and it may be the past but the thought of it now in this train station how could you do it to me how could you take it all back why do i care what you did think of me why do i want you to die why's there this look in my eye why do i feel this sharp pain after all of this time and as i'm looking around i know this small town and i slowly realize that i've found my way back there again. it starts to rain no longer feel the pain thats haunted my life and as i look down into her eyes clutching her head as we lay down to die now we'll be together now we will be free to live in ethereal bliss for eternity and as all these thoughts slowly fade from my mind i think of the past and all those good times and wonder what the future may hold and if god cares that i stole from him ill never go back no i'll never go back no i'll never go back no i'll never go back to him.]
everyman should own a gun - [lately i've been thinking i don't want to die but sometimes i feel i wouldn't mind. people will tell you that you've got purpose but sometimes people tend to lie. i read somewhere that there's a heaven above but that is neither here nor there. i remember my father told me 'son, every man should own a gun'. after all this time i have never agreed with him more. so proudly i strap the heat to my waist and fearless i come to lay your world to waste. anarchy when its all you've got left my just teach us all a thing or two about how to treat me and you. free association might be a long way off but if we all rise up together we can make it to the top.]
it was up in the attic - []
collide - []
the butterfly -[]
brainfone (very old recording) - []
waiting at the doorway - []
west side until we move - [i'll spare you]
minimalist pop song - [old song with cameron nelson]
i creep up - []
what's up - [4 non blondes]
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