we've got a plain jane
with a slow refrain
and all of the brains
are going down the drain

we weave the chaos,
put it in a frame,
we put it in a frame
we put it in a frame

the time has come 
to drop the bomb
to burn the psalms,
and where you're from

to break the bottles 
filled with napalm
filled with napalm
filled with napalm

when one door closes
we tend to break windows
when the earth imploded
we didn't even know
when one door closes
we tend to break windows
when the earth imploded
WE DIDN'T KNOW

You talk in circles
you never quit
as long as you make
a quick exit

sitting around for 
the sake of sit
you're not doin' nothin'
so there's nothin' to quit

Times are changing
everything's aging
the times are changing
everything's aging
the times are changing
everything's aging
the times are changing
IT'S GETTING OLD.

how do you keep up 
with your own bullshit?
with your own bullshit?
with your own bullshit?

Plain Jane

Salt is the wound

Sodom and Gomorrah
Gimme some more of the
sin that you're in
so you can get cleansed

if you can show me 
50,40,30,20,10
righteous men in this town
then i won't burn it down

That wouldn't be right

are you happy with
your lot in life?
would you give up
daughters to end the strife?

the road to hell was 
paved with good intentions
then paved over with
useless inventions

Don't turn back

Salt is the wound
salt is the wound
salt is the wound

don't turn back
don't turn back
don't turn back
don't turn back, sugar

salt is the wound

Salt is the Wound

The smokestack spit
Black soot into the sunny sky
The load on the road 
Brings a tear to the Indian's eye 
The elephant won't forget
What it's like inside its cage
The ringmaster's telecaster
Sings on an empty stage

goddamn right

The girl with the curls
And the sweet pink ribbon in her hair
She's crawlin' outta' window
'Cause her daddy just don't care
Come on

goddamn right

The clown with the frown
Drivin' down to the sidewalk fair
Finger on the trigger
Let me tell you it is quite a scare

goddamn right

The kids fit the lids
When their heads hear that crazy sound
My neighbour digs the flavour
Still he's moving to another town
And I don't believe you're comin' back

goddamn right

Well I don't know how you're taking
All the shit you see
You don't believe anyone
But most of all openly agree
With you

goddamn right
Oh-ho    

Mr. E's Beautiful Blues (Eels cover)

A cover of one of my favorite songs off of my favorite alt. rock album.

No, i don't do opium. 
or heroin.
or anything poppy-related.
C.O.A.

Opium (Marcy Playground)

The Desert Is The Eye

A really beautiful song that I neglected for years.

Freeze The Saints

The bus is at the end of the line
Lefty's got no where to go now
Pacing smoking cigarettes
Lefty's on the prowl

Lefty speaks in E Minor
Her tempo lower than most
but Lefty is still able to 
outrun Son's of Holy Ghosts

Lefty's gift is her body
she gives it away each day
but she keeps her lungs because no one
wants to hear what she has to say     

Lefty, Where are you now?
Lefty, She's out on the prowl

Lefty speaks of tornado's
ripping through her dreams
Causing tree's to lay down
and flooding her conscious stream

She speaks to the Sycamore's
Breaks flowers at their stems 
Cold and bony, Dead are the Phonies 
She's got no use for them

She broke her chains of bondage
No longer haunting her old motel
She can go most anywhere
as long as it's in her private hell

Lefty, Where are you now?
Lefty, She's out on the prowl

Lefty's on the prowl (Lost Girl Moan)

We Never Had A Chance

hit parade 

the lead float crashed
at the hit parade
the passer's-by
just went on their way
walking through the streets
glad-hand everyone they meet
but only really caring about
what's under their feet

there's something i 
don't think i quite get
under my skin
can't get rid of it
i've got it goin' on
my life's just one big song
yet the only chords that stick
are the minor ones
 
I ate the snake's fruit
and then i got brave
kicked and screamed
at the modern age
So i did the living to die
it's an ugly dance, but we've all tried it
Lefty cut a rug, as
i just burned the night

Hit Parade

Rattle and Cage

Recorded entirely with acoustic guitar, knee's, stomach's, melodica and drums.

we soaked our 
dirty minds in acetone 
scrubbed off dust and grime, 
til just one ripple was alone

and now we think
in just one way
oh yeah, 
only instinct

our beds are 
california king
but we just 
sleep in the yard 

I hope my baser mind
didn't find a way to
fuck it up
and rip it apart

my snake-tongue ways
are splitting  at the seems
the venom only kills
as much as it needs

I remember summer
smoke breaks on the porch
my father with heavy words
the world with heavy air 
 
mastering the art 
of incessant talk
without saying
anything at all

gotta find a 
plot to follow
before i get lost 
in another bad call

Pony Boy Rides Again.

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