• More Than Words Can Say
  • Watching Water
  • Death Watch
  • Sixes Last
  • I Heart Drum Machines
  • resurgam
  • New to a Few
  • Oakland Morning
  • Prelude to a Death Watch
  • again for the first time
  • M.G. Jack
  • beginagain
  • Pill Hiding
  • Place of No More Choices
  • Unseen Sights
  • Justamachine
  • Autumnal Ego
  • full circle blues
  • Am I Cool Now
  • Oakland in the Rearview
  • Divine Disappointment
  • caged in, wasting away
  • chew the fat
  • Begin
  • Angel of Solitude
  • one obvious rule
  • Jovial Costume
  • Dying to Stay
  • Arrival
  • Dec. 26th, 2002
  • Getting By (Version 2)
  • Final Act
  • Inspirations Passing
  • Black Tea
  • Slow Motion People
  • Wanna Let It Go
  • Well Water Black
  • Goinswimmin
  • lost friend advice
  • i would like to write a song that...
  • Well Water Black (feat. Yoni Wolf of Why?)
  • Autumn Afternoons
  • shoes, cars, and soft drinks
  • Weathering
  • The Physical Voice
  • Revl Is Divad
  • No Choice
  • Dahorses
  • Lady Lambin'
  • Talk In Technicolor

We create wheel barrows full of sound for it
To be dumped into a black hole:
The bottomless abyss of bi-polar disorders
A broken abacus down to good times
Someone please write a post-it note to remind me why I'm doing this
And when to pay the cable bill
Won't talk about the cage, it's been touched on too much
Besides, I'm seeing dead whales all too often
Which in itself is rather frightening
Sad how bad times make good music
Hope I can maintain this great depression
And leave myself guessing if I can out do the former until the end
We're all waiting for the payoff.
I have one, they have none, so I'm feeling rather
Lucky and guilty at the
Same time

We all whistle a salty tune to ourselves for the world to hear
And when it's time to capture memories
The closest thing to a smile we can muster is a sneer
And giving blood, sweat, and tears in exchange for cold sweat
And fears is only equal to a tickled throat for so long
So the songs lose excitement and loops become grating
My being is scarred up and I can't keep myself from picking
We turn pages and fight sore hands
ADD addicts of abrasiveness joyriding through
The same scene over and over
...

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