A Down and Dusky BlondeI fried my head, I'm not a brunette
I'm a down and dusky blonde
I am living in a tree
When I lie in bed I see
Beyond my lover's head the moon, I hear the rain
I am conscious of my voice as a tool
It's more demure
Act Of The ApostleI'm bored out of my mind
Too sick to even care
I'll take a little walk
Nobody's going to know
I'm in Senior Ward
That gives you a little free time
I'll just use it all at once
Come Monday NightCome monday night the day of work is done
Tuesday morning lose the grey of ordinariness
Start by putting off your chores
And all the crushing bores
Say your morning prayers
Sing a rousing song
Then sing it on the long walk home
Funny Little FrogHoney lovin you is the greatest thing
I get to be myself and I get to sing
I get to play at being irresponsible
I come home late at night and I love your soul
I never forget you in my prayers
I never have a bad thing to report
You're my picture on the wall, you're my vision in the hall
Hiding Neath My UmbrellaHiding neath my umbrella
Agreeable kind of fella
And take the safest route
Through all kinds of weather
Don't commit to love
And don't commit a crime
Worthless passion in your mind
Howard Jones Is My MozartI like the feeling of being a blank state.
I think I've come through something.
This is hard for me to admit.
In the past I have always expected the worst to happen.
Perhaps I still do think the worst will happen,
But what if it doesn't?
What if, at this point,
I am in fact free.
i just want your jeansMy room faces north
But the sun's in the south
I'm just waking up
To the news of my birth
I am a girl and I'm lucky to be here
Whatever that's worth
Like an ostrich I lived
I'll Have to Dance With CassieJust another Saturday
The boys are dressed up fine
Think I'll wait 'till half past eight
To dress myself divine
Ten thirty, I'm in rags
A slutty look accompanies my questionable gaze
Through the strobe light and the haze
I'm In Love With The CityI'm in love with the city
I'm in love with the boy
Gotta put it on record
Gotta write a new song
There ain't no way around it
He's in love with another girl
I'm a wreck, I'll admit it
If You Could SpeakI got out of bed
and came here for adventure.
I stepped on a stone on the way.
I took off my shoe
and a dog came towards me
wagging his tail happily.
Dog, if you could speak,
Mary's MarketI want a windless city in june
I want a walk down to the harbour
I want to play guitar like you
I want a saint to be my cellmate
I want the last dream to come true
A train in everyone’s back garden
A tunnel to the heart of you
Musician Please Take HeedI'm all alone, this is a holiday
Some bloody holiday
My friends have gone away
They're of the temporary sort, I think
I will be better without
As long as you let me out
To taste the air beside the river
Perfection As A HipsterThey never met, the singer and the swinger
She walked in, they walked around each other
Fighting for the mirror and smiling
She was awkward
I was tongue tied
She was goofy
And she aspired to perfection as a hipster
Pretty Eve In The TubPretty Eve in the tub
Please allow me to scrub
Please allow me to rub
Tell me cares of the day
Let me wash them away
All the hideous weight
Dry you gently
The Psychiatrist Is InGrow up, you're nearly 31
What happened when you were a child?
Do you require an analyst
or will a friendly smile suffice?
Find your space, are you breathing well?
Do you feel o.k.?
Are you calm? are you comfortable?