Dirty Dish (feat Gwyneth Glyn)

Ponies And Balloons

I woke last night with a haunting in my home,
I waded through the echoes of your laughs.
Memories poured in like a silent movie shown,
Ticking boxes summing up the past.

Oh great echo come home.

Do you pour for us, how we pour for you?
Or do you keep collecting jokes for the dinner table?
For each breath is a prayer on how we miss you,
I bet you're still painting watercolours too.

Oh great echo come home.

Watercolours

The tale of Grigori Rasputin and how he died. This song tells of the events leading to his death but in a backwards chronological order, beginning at the end, when he drowned. 

Muddy Road Season

Saint Death

No Place To Fall (Townes van Zandt cover)

Sitting In A Darkend Room (2010)

Wishing Well (BIMM album)

It's a deep and dark secret, this game that we're all in,
It leaves the lonely, lonely, it's caught up with me again.

Oh, how I miss you, you truly are a star,
Don't let anybody doubt you, stay just as you are.

Living in your absence is harder than I thought,
And now you're left to dreaming but my body's wanting more.
 
Oh, how I miss you, you truly are a star,
Don't let anybody doubt you, stay just as you are.

I, I never thought it would happen.
I never thought it would happen, to me my heart grew ten new teeth,
And chewed another victim until it had enough to eat.

I'll play out this karma,
I never thought it would happen to me, my heart grew ten new teeth, and chewed another victim until it had enough to eat.

Ten New Teeth

I'll lay it on the table, we're having a hard time,
Like sugar in the maple, this is a tough climb,
Some seeds well they need a fire, sometimes you need the shit to grow,
My tongue tries to tell a story, but it's tied down with tungsten rope.

Throw the cover down, take a look around,
Swing at it with two fists,
When you're in the ring you're only gonna win,
After you take some licks.

After we're gone, after we're gone
The river won't roll away,
And the crow keeps flying straight.

A boat set sale this morning and the mast broke in the wind.
Maybe this has a meaning, or perhaps it means nothing.
But the people when they were swimming, a few gave up the ghost,
The rest repaired the shipwreck and made it to the coast.

Throw the cover down, take a look around,
Swing at it with two fists,
When you're in the ring you're only gonna win,
After you take some licks.

After we're gone, after we're gone
The river won't roll away,
And the crow keeps flying straight.
Once the bats have drank the blood.
And the bodies have turned to dust.
And the sands continue to shift.
And the mountains keep on and lift.
The pines remain to grow.
Volcanoes will explode.
And our hearts will shout for peace.
Then comes the great release...


Sugar In The Maple (home recording)

Day turns to night and the night comes to haunt you. 
The pill that you take rolls away in the water. 
The worst of you gets the better of the two when you're far beyond the level, You always knew it would bite you in the ass when you shook the two hands of the devil.

 Burns fill the veins, and the pains grow stronger. 
Two bites in your neck keep you from getting older. 
The rising moon brings the spirit out of you and your body aches with hunger. A virgin girl is at the top of the bill try and get your fill before another. 

Oh, to love again the sweetness of a friend, the sadness of this soul. 
And to never care for just one drop of red, the cruelty in this world.
Please love me let me know, please love me don't you go. 

Shadows of the night. Shadows of the night.
 Darkness from the light. 
Shadows of the night. Full moon shining bright. 
Shadows of the night. Shadows of the night.
 Darkness from the light.


Shadows Of The Night (home recording)

Slow it down my friend, we're moving all too fast.
 Let that engine stall and lay yourself down in the grass. 
This world can never sleep when we go at such a pace. 
The stars they may align but never care for the race. 

Travelling on your feet, well its one fine way to go,
There's no-one to compete when you just take it slow. Take it slow. 

I wish I was a tree, I'd stand for centuries.
 I'd suck in all the air and send my seeds out on the breeze. 
They'd float and swoop and fly, and flip and whorl and spin, then softly hit the ground to let the process start again. Let's start again.


Mark Morgan Music

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