Brought with me a pocketful of evenly weighted stones,
And I'll balance each and every one up on the tip of your nose,
Meticulously document which way each one rolls,
Dissect my findings and I'm sure the algorithm will show,
The way life unfolds,
Its dominant flow. 

Honeybear - Pocketful of Stones

Dogs have carried off my bones,
Far from this sacred hole,
Cracked open and exposed,
Lapping up my marrow.

Honeybear - The Dogs

They're all standing on my neck,
And they're reaching back and gabbing at my ankles,
And I'll flip them bottom over top,
Watch the drop, their shoulder blades,
Splitting through their skin as they,
Slam into the asphalt.

Your hair falls like on the pillow
Like a field of rice,
As my hands move down your back,
Following each and every notch in your spine,
And what keeps us together is what holds us apart,
All this magnetism is adversely polar.

The skulls in which we live have been,
Dented, manipulated into some unthinkable shape,
And they're stretching out my skin but they're pulling it too thin,
To cover all these misshapen plates.

So devoted to these
Men who've made a bonsai tree,
Of the electrical pulses that are 
Shooting, through our necks into our
Arms, into legs, into our hearts. 

And they're all standing on my neck,
And they're reaching back and gabbing at my ankles,
And I'll flip them bottom over top,
Watch the drop, their shoulder blades,
Splitting through their skin as they,
Slam into the asphalt.

Honeybear - Bottom Over Top

Honeybear and Morgan Greenwood - Ghostly Lady

Honeybear - Viral Linguistics

Honeybear - Blood Red and Going Down

Bedroom recording of a traditional song (taking the melody from the song "Old Time Religion").