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MEMBRANE UNIVERSE
time on my hands dreaming about the promised land
feeling the curse of a membrane universe
wasting away what’s the hurry in your day?
i’m never alone, i’m never by your side, i’m never going home
and if we don’t rely on circles
counting rainclouds closing in
we might meet again
THE PARTING
“when i think back on how long I’ve been alive” she said
“where are we going to? where am i going to?”
i wasn’t scared she never cried again
wish i knew what to say to you
wish i had more time
we break apart try to make perfect marks
but in the end the parting is a lonely art
we all know what we feel
it’s just my love for you, and i know you love me too
partly from the other side, i said
“this place is old and new, and shortly we’ll be leaving”
you
BIG STORM COMING
there’s a big storm coming towards a leaky caravan
better batten down baby enjoy the sunshine while you can
before the wind starts blowing we need to seal up the roof
get caught up on kindling blankets, wine, and 40 proof
everyone’s up in arms the sky tonight is bringing harm
there’s a big storm coming
the sky is threatening to black
as we refugees settle in waiting for the attack
big storm coming cancel all your travel plans
big storm coming towards the land
SHINY GOLD BOXES
the room isfilled with shiny gold boxes one of them is mine
the key left my hand and found the lock
and i opened it and climbed inside
up on my toes so the story goes
of the billionth sunrise falling backwards into the dark night
the snowballs are finished what if we missed it?
a treasure chest it was not a pirate, like your mayor, he would have cried
but i saw the scars of the vultures and the iceberg that doomed them all to die
lost and alone so the story goes
of the billionth sunrise falling backwards into the dark night
flooded out the crescent light
burned by ultra-violent nights
with blackened blood and perfect sight
waiting till it all feels right
SANTA CRUZ
walk along the river man sure to waste some time
jump into the water land it’s cold before you start
we’re all purely pure at heart
we can get the summer back
help me get my summer back another time
CHICKEN CAR
riding high in ‘89 past lake decatur wondering where the water went
the road is mine but i can’t drive so i’m staring out the window
wondering why we have to pass her house so fast
baby take my arm in the chicken car
come on baby in the chicken car
chicken car you can take me far
a shitty small town shooting star
minimum paid never been laid my dreams were made in the summer shade
but i don’t paint the corners like they do
nothing to see nowhere to go just another day to dream and hope
the edges and the back roads will prove enough to know

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