- Baby's Clean Conscience
I've got a baby's clean conscience.
I walk around with my head off
And in the state of the big sky
The ground holds on to my grandpa's
I'm always walking back one pace
I'm walking back, head off
And in the state of the loud feet
- Barnacles
i don't really need to see
so i don't need to see so i'll paint
i don't know, i'll paint it black
i don't need to see
i don't see how you see out of your window
i don't need to see, i'll paint mine black
i don't need to see
i don't see how you see out of your window
- Cat Faces
my heart's stopped pumpin but my blood is still alive.
the rain hits the ground and the trees they dry it up.
my eyes wake up but my brain is sleeping fine.
one more thing for you and i to do before we shut our eyes
that you blame me and i'll blame you, and we're both right.
cuttin cat faces in the pines.
they say his teeth are wood and they want pictures of him.
the rain hits the ground and the trees they dry it up.
- Diggin' Holes
I wish that you would move to the sun
Cause you're like diggin' holes in thin air
And we know that can't be done
I wish that you would cheat with someone
Cause you're like diggin' holes in water
And we know that can't be done
Bravery and stupidity go hand in hand
- Here's To Now
Heres to now
Heres to now
Actually, I was thinking
Said everything out loud
'Cause apricot seeds carry arsenic
That we dont worry about
- Hotcha Girls
Smells like autumn, smells like leaves;
You don't know that you'll rust and not belong so much
And then get left alone.
Suck it up, take a ride and take a walk
And don't you know that old folks' homes smell so much like my own.
The hotcha girls at the palisades,
Dime store keets, pretty birds, pretty mouths.
Mama's little truck stop rose, her dancy feet her happy laugh.
- Smoke Like Ribbons
smoke was pulled like ribbons from the windows of the car.
i followed the flash of silver from your teeth.
above the tarmac the lights were icy green.
buried in patterns in your chest, a quiet shimmering.
little dipper, tiara-shine, song bird shivery, thin thin dime.
smoke like ribbons....
songs were pulled in ribbons from the window of the car...
lost along the shoulders of the highway.
- spilled milk factory
tease your neck, kiss your spitless mouth
if you have another taste.
carry my body, drive my rider home
if you take another bad bet
mumbled had a rumble and i stumbled down the stairs
smellin just like lumber but my baby don't care
we went uptown, downtown, everywhere between
- Things I Don't Remember
things i don't remember
how the hell'd we get here?
how the hell did we get here?
things i don't remeber
dressed up alligators
how the hell'd we get here?
things i don't remeber