I was today years old when I found out how toes worked

Flower Through Concrete

Fresh Concrete

and everybody else smiled back

Heaven Sent is a Coffee Cup

I'm Doing Push Ups

NOT MY MUSIC

uploadin for me. this will be deleted once the officials come out

Predator -Crane Wives

Lambs will go to the slaughter in a neat row 
Dressed in one size too big to allow growth
Look around and realise I’m on my own
Seeing everybody that I don’t know 

Take me home right now I’m sensing danger
Make me disappear don’t want to be here
There’s surely better means of education 
Than leaving me to bear this suffocation

I was too fool school
Frightened by new 
Blinded by rules
Scared senseless too
There were weird sensations
Bad vibrations 
Left to make sense
Of strange and different 
Without a clue 

Take a square peg push it through a round hole
Take my head and mash it to fine pulp
I am never trouble never so bold
I am only doing as I’ve been told 

There are many lessons that I should learn
How to not be seen and not to be heard
Invisibility my aspiration 
Delete my name from every conversation 

I was too fool school
Frightened by new 
Blinded by rules
Scared senseless too
There were weird sensations
Bad vibrations 
Left to make sense
Of strange and different 
Without a clue 

Even now I still recall that day
My heart still sinks the fear is still the same
Memories so clear they don’t fade

I was too fool school
Frightened by new 
Blinded by rules
Scared senseless too
There were weird sensations

Bad vibrations 
Left to make sense
Of strange and different 
Without a clue

Too Fool For School

I can’t wrap my head around 
The notion that the present is a gift. 
You know me well enough by now 
To know I know that your devotion 
Has a tendency to shift. 

I can wait for you forever 
If that’s what you want. 
I can be a fountain for you 
Always filling, always spilling. 

I burnish every surface in the house 
But still I’m haunted by the dust. 
How much of it is your skin? 
How could I begin again? 

You know the words to all my songs 
And you prove it to me every night. 
But could you guess the lyrics 
To the song I didn’t write?

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from A Troubled Piece of Fruit, released 23 July 2012

Stephan Nance, piano/vocals

Stephan Nance — The Song I Didn't Write

You tell me that the boat is moving forward— 
Whatever that means when there is no land in sight. 
I’d always pegged you as a shorebird— 
But in light of certain facts, 
I’m inclined to take it back. 

Don’t underestimate me; 
This field of research is my specialty, my specialty! 
I will crack this hierarchy 
If it is the death of me, 
The death of me! 
The death of me… 

You tell me we are sailing on a one-way sea— 
I nod my head and hold my tongue. 
(You are an idiot!) 
You gave me a bum steer, crowing of your lofty views; 
I might have known you were 
A rooster on a booster seat! 

Don’t underestimate me! 
(Clearly there’s no danger of my underestimating you!) 
I will commandeer this vessel 
If it is the death of you, 
The death of you! 

—Must you respond so saltily? 
My faculties… 
Have long been… 
Bursting at the seams… 
Brimming as they are… 
With onomies, 
And ologies, 
And 
Memories! 
Memories! 
Memories! 

Don’t esterundimate me! 
I will hack this crierarchy! 
—Cut me, please—a little slack, I mean— 
Mental tacking’s never been my specialty. 
My knack is for a marked lack of strategy. 
But spin around and take another whack at me 
Look back at me — and see! 
I will stack up properly! 
If it is the death of me, 
The death of me, 
The death of me, 
The death of me!

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from A Troubled Piece of Fruit, released 23 July 2012 

Stephan Nance, piano/vocals
Angelica Sather Hodgetts, cello

Stephan Nance — One-Way Sea

Rain falls down, 
And the rain compresses all the sounds into the ground. 
When the clutter goes away like this, 
The silence can be found. 

A silent color guard routine 
Flows forth from the flowers as they sing. 
Do you see? 
The stamina are heavy, 
But the filaments are glistening. 
And this is why we need the rain. 

The raindrops falling on my head must remain, 
Because the leaves and debris are clogging up the drain to my brain —
But a creek can carve a canyon, 
So I’m counting on a clean cut to christen me. 
I need the rain. 

Do you ever wonder why the rain was invented? 
Was it to put puddles where the streets have been dented, 
So we’ll have a place to play 
When we’ve had a lousy day? 

Nah, it was probably to melt the snow. 
Nah, it was probably to help the rivers flow. 
Nah, it was probably to soak the seeds we sow. 
Nah, it was probably to make the wild things grow. 
Nah, it was probably to give us all a show. 
Nah, it was probably to sooth the winds that blow. 
Nah, it was probably to let us know 
There’s something out there even when were all alone 
And if we listen real close 
We can maybe hear the tapping of its toes… 

I had lost myself, but I came back around. 
And I memorized the map before it seeped into the ground. 

I need the rain.

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from A Troubled Piece of Fruit, released 23 July 2012 

Stephan Nance, piano/vocals
Merlin Showalter, drums 
Tim McLaughlin, bass/guitar

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