Spinning like the wheel Painted on the temple Does the wheel turn slowly Or is it me that moves? I can count the hours And I can name the prophets Kept like silver spoons Struck like wooden matches Should I call it sleep or divine…

Sunday morning, no such luck My head is dizzy, it’s bright as fuck I’m dying I make my way to south French broad Lumbering wondering where she’s gone or something I see Sam he’s in the same shape as me Bundled in funneling misery by the…

The seats are all filled on the zeppelin The Tower of Babel is raised - I’m amazed! And the hope springs eternal Their fears stay nocturnal for now The plastics hold shape in the soil The farmer’s daughter goes blind - so shall I The rooster…

I was in deep at second, my heels in the outfield - full count No one left out on the bases, familiar faces, the heat breaks a cloud Hands red from the clay dirt as I held up my glove to my faaaaaaace It smells just the way I remember, the…

Maybe I’m someone Or maybe I’m not A tree falls in the forest And the roots start to rot And my lady she loves me Whether I like it or not I’ve got all that I need I’ve got all that I’ve got It’s too early for peaches And it’s too late…

A cover of Working Hands by Tom Eisenbraun from his 2014 album "Radio Ghost"

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…

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…

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…