High and Wide

Catalogue of Blues

Dandelion

Cherry Trees

Bedtime Johnny

I wrote this one, but Phoebe sings it for reasons you will quickly understand when you listen to it: she whipped off as a practice track for our band at 1/3 volume, first try, eyes closed, about 16bpm faster than normal, while my roommate Dirk napped his heart out 10 feet from the mic. Crazy skills. Lights out.



Sweet suicide

Slow fallin’ sundown o’er the Western plains Headed for my hometown, my resources drained Caffeine-cocked eyes just won’t stay trained On the empty road
Don’t quite know what I have left behind No clue what the future holds, what truth I’ll find I’m just lookin’ for some peace of mind Tryin’ to ease my load
And the sky goes red to black As I stair down the window crack But it’s the first day of the rest of my life And I’m tired now, so goodnight
Slowed-down snowfall o’er the mountain range Just the sound of my breathin’ and the crunch of the chains No one listenin’ no need to explain Just the empty road
White summits beckon, heady sleep I lack 20 paces out the snow erases my tracks If I go further, I might not come back Layin’ down the load
I let the sky go white to black As I stare down the window crack Feelin’ like the last dog in this wretched fight but I'm tired now, so goodnight
Lookin’ back, it was no great surprise I walked around that town with cast-down eyes I held no wonder for these changin’ times Just thoughts of the empty road
Quick risin’ sunup, so much work to be done Deep in my heart I fear the starter’s gun But it’s time to get back up on my feet and kick ‘em in to a run Time to shoulder the load
And the sky shows a cautious blue And I pray my instincts guide me true No more shyin’ from big city lights ------ no more tired goodnights.


Zach Dundundunn