As with the Dickbrains, I won't presume to print others' words--I only remember fragments anyway.

immolating me

now hey would that psyche you

if I crawled over gravel

just to tell you that I like you

emulating me

hey how does that strike you

if I had to swallow gravel

just to pretend I don't like you

  + + +

 would you trade

your horse for a kindom

and show no remorse

of course I'm not kidding

should I walk

a mile around you

do what thing

something to astound you

It's the kind of party that it never ends

Deep sea diving that gives you the bends

It's the kind of night that turns into morn

What felt so right

makes you wish you'd never been born

makes you wish you'd never been born

We found Jesus in a bottle

He started singing us a hymn

Said stay up to see the sun rise

And then maybe think of him

It's the kind of street that you always walk down

Asphalt turns to water then you're starting to drown

It's the kind of river that never runs dry

You're swimming pretty good

makes you wish you never had to die

makes you wish you never had to die

We found Jesus in a bottle

He started singing us a hymn

Said stay up to see the sun rise

And then maybe think of him

you know it's really sort of beautiful

you and me out walking

on the western edge of town

you know it's really sort of dangerous

you and me out walking

on the western edge of town

  ***

 see the sun spill down some shade

the trees they braid the cover

when I lay down by the river side

will I be a corpse or a lover?

Drunk bumping into a door

Sprawling 'round on the floor

Wondering if there would be more

If you could read my mind

No doubt you'd be struck blind

Ears dropping off poppy petals peeling

Your mouth an open sore finally started healing

Drunk sitting out on the porch

Flogging me like a horse

Hands squeezing out the remorse

If you could read my mind

BY GOD you'd be struck blind

Ears dropping off poppy petals peeling

Your mouth an open sore finally started healing

Drunk sitting there in that room

Like waiting for some kind of doom

Knowing nothing'd go zoom

Kiss this miss, see ya later bliss

I was doing pretty good

I was feeling mighty fine

Til I ran into

An old friend of mine

I said what's your hurry

Got no place you gotta go

He said what's your worry

If we're lucky it might snow

So we went downtown

And it started to rain

We were getting pretty wet

But we weren't feeling any pain

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We were being kind of funky

Started getting sort of loud

Before we even knew it

We had gathered quite a crowd

You might have heard some yelling

You might have heard some screams

Might have rolled around in bed

Thought you were having some bad dreams

What went on that night

I better not tell

Don't want to go to jail

Already did my time in hell

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 You know I might be running

But you know I'm never scared

My ass I got it covered

Though the rest of me is bared

the way your

eyes look, they read like

maps of distant places

you're staring

at a land, where I can't

even name a season

In the full shame of the sun

The sun shames down on me

you're strolling

down a strand, and look, your

feet aren't even moving

at the spot

where you stand, oh man, I

can't even see you

I can't escape the shame of the sun

Shame rains reigns round me

like a statue

made of wet sand, when you

dry you start to crumble

you're weeping

with your feet, and when you

walk you start to stumble

in the full shame of the sun

the sun shames down on me

I can't escape the shame of the sun

Shame rains reigns round me

Something you said when something went wrong

It's not my fault, just made it this song

  Pretty now

Something you said when something went wrong

It's a sad story, and a little too long

  Pretty now

Pretty does it

Something you said when something went wrong

Climb up that tower, and tell it King Kong

  Pretty now

Pretty does it

PRETTY IS AS PRETTY DOES!

We will remember you!!

Sorrow--in the shower

Sorrow--in full flower

Sorrow's shower of flowers

won't see you through tomorrow

Sorrow--tasting sour

Sorrow--is nev or nower

Sorrow's sour nowers

won't let you see tomorrow

I'm airing out the demons

Take the devil for his walk

He's tugging at the leash

And the tongues they start to talk

I'm counting up my pennies

All the lucky ones I've found

For all the good they're doing me

I'll dump them on the ground

Can't put it into words

Can't factor out the number

My brain is full of old-growth

Better clear-cut for the lumber

She blew into town like a hurricane

Calm in the middle but surrounded by rain

She was reborn on the tracks

She came to life on a runaway train

She shaved her pussy and she snorted cocaine

I swirled towards her vortex water down the drain

She made her break for the tracks

She was beheaded by a runaway train

I've got this memory it's such a stain

I keep riding on some runaway pain

And all I'm left with are the tracks

On up my back from a runaway train