If You Were Me
-Chorus I feel like Willy Tea wrestling two tigers. I feel like Barnam and B trying to advertise it. I feel like if you were me, I would not advise it. Oh I might not make it out of here…
Nathan Moore
The Lottery
I need a new soap box. My old one broke. Did I get too heavy? Or was my old one a joke? I was pointing my finger thinking no one could see. If they was looking where I was pointing,…
New Dream
On my way back from Hollywood with my tail between my legs, I knew people’d be wondering if I made good on my promise, what I said I’d do. But I didn’t make my marquee mark. I’m not gonna get…
Skull and Bones
Argyle, skull and bones. Yo ho ho, savings and loans. Screams initiated in a windowless tomb. 15 boys beneath the rich man’s moon. 15 boys beneath the rich man’s moon. Hooray and up she rises. Caught in the weight of…
Into the Night
I’m back in my body. Back behind my eyes. I’m back in control. I’m ready to drive. Back behind the wheel, are you ready to ride Off into a field, offroad, into the night. If empty’s your well. If broken’s…
Every Silver Lining
Why must every silver lining have a cloud? One day I’m walking 6 inches off the ground. The next I’m walking 6 feet down. Why must every silver lining have a cloud? Aren’t we brave? We are so brave with…
Don’t Go
You say it can’t be true. That love is just a game. No matter what you do, it will always be the same. I don’t believe you are here with me now. (you are so beautiful) You don’t believe in…
The Blessed Porcupine
i wonder if i wondered something different than I’m wondering and oh it breaks my heart might never know I will never sit in the delicate delicatessen but save me a seat and blundering I will go I wont stop…
Running
I was not adequately equipped for this life, these people. I don’t see how anybody could. Some, just by being fools are evil. Some, just by being cowards are good. -CHORUS And I don’t think it’s right but I’ve seen…
The Man with Saleable Eyes
If you happen upon a stranger, a man was saleable eyes. There’s a watch in his pocket of silver that only tells you lies. And climbing up his poetry you can see for miles of roads and broken roses that…