There’s this tiny monastery round the corner from my house I see the monks out walking, pulling weeds, and carting out the trash I see them at the Exxon buying cokes and magazines Their orange robes flow in the breeze as people fill their cars…

She can’t skate but she’s got a skateboard - go figure Down goes the Berlin Wall up goes the middle finger And she can read minds she can stand in long lines she’s no beginner And she can see time go a-passing her by it’s so linear She…

He takes all of his clothes off and jumps into the Seine The water is cleaner than it ever has been The car needs for you to drive it, or else it doesn’t move The car needs for you to drive it, I hate to make you choose It’s like a still…

The sound of the wheels That the gravel driveway reveals I am home for a while Where I keep my things and desires Tennessee / Carolina Tie the loose ends and leave it behind You know me, I’m unwinding Soaked in gin subatomic dividing…

You can roll the dice You can read the gospel Or just balance on the knife Kicking rocks like cigarettes You both used to like Now it’s all just plastic I could use some advice And you could use me Anytime you like Dead man’s paradise…

a voice mail message from the "IRS" and some instrumental tracks I'd been messing around with for awhile.

last one of an epic 31 days. whew. this is a remake of july 11, shortened considerably, with lyrics added to the second half.

well, this didn't turn out like i expected.