from the album "Uniform" she hides her heart under the pillow waiting for the good fairy to come replace this worn and broken thing with a heart that can feel again she's never sure which night will be her lucky one but she anticipates…

from the album the Vulnerary Songs try to miss you shortly must be my lucky day a week without a lovely fight best of all the choices shortly taller than almost never take a drink and wait for the cries of all the shrieking voices this one…

afterdark midnight is approaching, the city still alive moaning and blinking and on into the night downtown, afterdark someone is reading, someone needs a light someone is hustling, and someone starts a fight downtown, afterdark a boy…

no I won't eat of the body, no I won't drink of the blood no I won't gather at the river, no I won't carry your burden no I won't bath in the glory, no I won't bath in the glory no I won't beg for forgiveness yes you will no I won't handle a serpent…

tall drink of water, short blonde hair flash you a smile like she just don't care sharp as a razor as right as rain ask me again and I'll tell you the same don’t forget her name, Melissa boys come running when she's around then she crushes a cigarette…

what is this darkness now, blurring out my eyes can I hold this feeling before I'm lost in the night holding on together searching through the gloom who am I to blame now that we have lost the light not the sky, falling, not the moon, again not…

here, this place, the magic is all around us feel, the breeze, carry away your sorrows feel, the sand, warm and soft beneath us see, the light, fading across the water another day slips away here, in paradise touch, the water, cool and wet…

hey boy, the waters calm and glassy hey boy, the wind has died away hey boy, the sun is up and rising it's another, another perfect day hey boy, better grab your pail and shovel hey boy, and build your castle high hey boy, don't forget the moat…

rpm 2011 I'm a rolling rollercoaster see me roll away I'm a rocking rockstar rocking every day I'm a soaring albatross, but I soar too low I'm a fleeting moment, fleeting moment, fleeting moment Too many times I'm nothing Too many times…

rpm 2011 You’re bitching about nothing once again you say I’m wrong Can’t get off your shitlist every day the same old song Yet every now and then I get a little piece of mind Like bashing in your fucking skull and stoping on your spine…