Shovel

Dig. You make me wanna dig. I let it get to me since 1979. Love. I want to be so in love with the idea of love. Turn out the light, turn out the light,  they'll love you for your entertainment, they'll kill you for your politics. You say it's gonna be O.K. ...Tune out the humming, turn on the stereo...Tune out the humming, turn on the stereo...

The more I dig, the more I pull up worms. The more I dig, the more I pull up worms. 

Cluster

I walk, you run.

I'll take you under.

So God damn perfect,

I almost believe it.

Reach across with one hand

at a time my love.

I want, you need.

We take until it's over.

So God damn perfect,

I almost believe it.

A secret no one knows,

I just knew, my love.

Said and Gone

Where are we going?

My powers of observation are facing a black out.

My half-flung wonder, love, is so easily said and gone.

Things are closer than they appear,

though my optimism's gone straight to hell.

My half-flung wonder, love, is so easily said and gone.

I don't feel any younger, but it feels right.

Doomed to the fringe from the get go.

My half-flung wonder, love, is so easily said and gone.

I don't feel any younger, but it feels right.

I'm still coughing up the words to say.

One by one, they’ll come cause' it feels right.

Vinyl Fingertips

It's a heady, sickly sweet, overflowing trash heap.

Come inside. Close the door. Draw the shades

all the way down.

You left me with my pants around my ankles.

Found. Leaving not a trace from your

vinyl fingertips.

PLEASE LET ME PLEASE LET ME

I'm sunlight terrified.

Your eye shadows me and my 8-track mind.

It's just the tip of my destruction.

You left me with my pants around my ankles.

Found. Leaving not a trace from your

vinyl fingertips.

PLEASE LET ME PLEASE LET ME

I took “good-bye” straight out of the box

and I set it down.

You left me with my pants around my ankles.

Found. Leaving not a trace of your

vinyl fingertips.

Nice and Glossy

We love being “oh so glossy”.

Nice and glossy yea...

fat and happy, the

genuine article.

Nice and glossy...

It's always easier to make

believe that it's better living,

through chemicals.

Making a living,

not a killing.

Are you willing to be happy?

Oh so glossy...

It's always easier to make

believe that it's better living,

through chemicals.

Little Birds

Little birds. Fast hearts.

Little birds. Fast hearts.

They'll leave you in the cold,

but they'll come back in the Spring.

Even when they’re sad they sing.

Little birds. Fast hearts.

Little birds. Fast hearts.

They'll sing for you and eat your bugs.

It's the tiny strips of tin foil that

they keep away from, but not the

baths they're taking in the day's sun,

and when they've taken all that they can take

they fly away...fly, fly, fly away.

Little birds. Fast hearts.

Little birds. Fast hearts.

They'll sing for you and eat your bugs.

Vertigo-Go

No matter how much I pretend,

I'm like a crack in the windshield I can't mend.

Vertigo-go, go away.

Vertigo-go, go away.

Given everything except what you needed?

Ever feel like you've been cheated?

Vertigo-go, go away.

Vertigo-go, go away.

Christ I don't think it can last.

Better get it on, get it on fast.

I just need a little time.

In a soft-serve second,

I'll be fine.

Vertigo-go, go away.

Vertigo-go, go away.

Fcked Up

I just f*cked up your sing-along song,

no radio for sure.

I have my semi-mental ways,

here's my emotional d’jour...yea...

Excuse me do you know where I can get the

“Idiot's Guide to Me”?

You know the real story's in the trash

not in the magazines... yea...

Don't you know that I'm sorry?

But you get what you pay for,

and you'll get what you deserve.

Fill it up with colorful catch phrases

that you can recall, the “whole truth”

doesn't matter, but what you remember

most of all...yea...

Don't you know that I'm sorry?

But you get what you pay for,

and you'll get what you deserve.

I could give you explanations, first,

I'd have to give a damn…

first, I'd have to give a damn...

first, I'd have to give a damn...

Got the Green

You've got the green

                    means go...

You've got the green

                    means go...

You've got the green

                    means go...

White Knuckle Rhino

Tune out the humming...

Tune out the buzzing...

Coming in loud and clear.

Don't worry. I've got the story

in my little black box.

I can see right through you,

no need for my X-ray truth machine.

We're riding the white knuckle rhino.

I'm better than ever. Went on a bender

of king-size certainty.

I can see right through you,

no need for my  X-ray truth machine.

We're riding the white knuckle rhino.

You can't take away the sound.

The selection of no direction, going

anywhere, somewhere...

anywhere, just somewhere.

Seventy

I feel it coming,

I feel it coming out feet last.

I'll do what I should've done,

I'll “H.G. Wells” it and blast out of here.

I've found a new day in the past.

When all you could get was Bud, Miller and Pabst.

Mirror, mirror on the ball,

Can you tell me what I lack?

A blue Continental to go with my

T-Rex “Cadillac”.

I'm out of here.

I've found a new day in the past,

with brand new faded photographs.

We're all just trying to find our way

to someplace.