A song about the lost art of the mix-tape and knowing that someone is trouble but doing it anyway... Compilation Tapes: Did I mention that I think that you’re a real fine dancer and I like the way you dress? I’ve known a number of girls…

I was thinking about a guy that I met one time in the street in Montreal who was just kind of aimlessly wandering about Canada following the death of his son... Manitoba: I’m on my way, on my way, On my way back to Dufresne… I remember…

Okay, this is the "finished" version... Lyrics: I’ve been meaning to get drunk and try to forget you. Instead, I’m finding new ways to just upset you. Baby, I just can’t stay in my mind, Unintended and unsung, just like all the bad bad…

Lyrics: I don’t know whatever your mama told you But, baby, listen to me. Well she may think that I’m a snake in the clover. I tend to disagree. But I don’t want to take a lover if I can do what I please. It’s just a memory of what you…

Lyrics: Well I get up this morning And I seen my bluebird gone. Well I get up this morning And I seen my bluebird gone. My garden’s full of weevils And there’s vultures on my lawn. I’m a put the word out, baby. Where can my bluebird…

Lyrics: Well I get up this morning And I seen my bluebird gone. Well I get up this morning And I seen my bluebird gone. My garden’s full of weevils And there’s vultures on my lawn. I’m a put the word out, baby. Where can my bluebird…

Lyrics: Well I get up this morning And I seen my bluebird gone. Well I get up this morning And I seen my bluebird gone. My garden’s full of weevils And there’s vultures on my lawn. I’m a put the word out, baby. Where can my bluebird…

Lyrics: Love is a mild catatonia When you suspend your disbelief. It can beat you down, it’s like pneumonia. It’s something you catch and don’t release. It’s a debt without restitution, A series of rules that you must break. I might…

Lyrics: Well you know everything is changing, you can’t tell which way to go. It’s just booze, guns, and acid, and one huge pile of blow. I gotta make some corrections, it’s not hard to see. Maybe find myself a holy man to take this devil…

Lyrics: She’s my mood swing. She’s my accoutrement. She’s my blood money, honey. She’s the coke bugs under my skin. She’s my perturbation. She blows me to smithereens. She’s my crisis intervention. She’s a mystery repeating. She…