these are the rough demos we're working on. will upload new versions as we go.

Data Lakes

When The Hope Gets In Your Eyes

The Midday Passes Me By

The Moribund Arborist

"Heaven's Just A Mess"

our object
of pity never cries
we made a happy home
our own little catacomb

we laid in our tomb
the parthenon’s back room
we let the protein feed the flies
and told one another some lies

we smelled the spring rain
but love's a polyurethane
at the start you get dessert
but the end’s probably gonna hurt

twelve tones on an old piano
she softly sang while the baby snored
i tried just waiting for you
though i'm still unsure what the wait was for

and then she came home
with a souvenir from rome
said she got it from a priest
who was seeking some kind of relief

can you click pause
we’ve got to find the cause
these losers think they’ve won
it’s their very definition of fun
 
and the grand prize
was a ticket to the sky
they say heaven's just a mess
then peter said, "yes, but not yet"

sometimes the weather bores you
just shards of glass spread across the moor
i tried just waiting for you
though I'm still unsure what the wait was for

i got a nice job
a perfect setting for a slob
i just arrange the missing parts
suppress a curse in the depths of my heart

we've got to slow down
for the safety of our town
would have traded gold for dirt
or a thread from the hem of your skirt

you see the point of
the things they prophesied
creating pain we couldn't see
as they rooted through the rest of the scree

skinned knees from the creeks and byways
the natives speak like conquistadors
I tried just waiting for you
but I'm still not sure what the wait was for

that night on the sallow railway
the clocks all stopped as we reached the shore
I tried just waiting for you
though I’m still unsure what the wait was for

Heaven's Just A Mess

The Lonely Pickpocket

“Another Lost Hope”

There’s a coat up by the front door
There’s a church down by the rusted spout 
There are holes in the skin 
where blood comes in
and bugs crawl out

Another lost hope
Another lost hope
Another time

The couch in the corner moonlight
Head to toe until dawn
They’ll never escape that feeling
I never will know

Another lost hope
Another lost hope
Another time

Don’t look underneath the surface
A hand that’s patient and weak
A look askew now the nervous laughter
A cup of honey white tea

Another lost hope
Another lost hope
Another time

Moonlight fades in the foggy morning
We close our eyes at the shore
A touch of rain in the shallow ocean
Is all we ever will know

Another lost hope
Another lost hope
Another time

staying home won’t save you
you gotta go out the front door
i wish i knew how to just love you
but i can’t help thinking what do you want me for

staying home won’t save you
or tickle your clem when you’re bored
i wish i knew how to just love you
but i can’t help thinking what do you want me for

Another Lost Hope

The Boy Who Never

post smooth jazz / proto chamber punk; profile photo courtesy of Christopher Mosley

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