Goin' out east, we don’t have much fun Haven’t got much faith, and I never want some Goin' out east I’m gonna drive my car Like I got someplace to be, gotta get real far Sunrise to sundown Breaks over, shuteye I’ll keep the lights on…

A title wave entertainment All custom to order I forget the times where we all shared hope You wore that record out I hear the needle coming down We’re waiting for the kings to take their crown The stories became a movement The Clash…

Set the domino in motion, raze the land and boil the ocean Slay the sparrow, save the barley, catch as catch can terraforming For the party, made up of the few No exceptions ever made for you We are the masters of the sky and of the fields…

I might be warming up, turn me over But the spinning wheels are stuck, on the shoulder I lost the day In a trade I lost my soul to the devil In a fair enough bargain, it's on the level For the pay While I stare at brakelight eyes…

I’m not the bigger person I’m not the wise old sage I just want to dig my trenches And leave at end of days I’m not your dictionary I’m no Rosetta Stone I’m not your post to lean on It’s true you’re on your own Not gonna wait around…

Let’s get closer, complicated Burn the sunlight, watch it fading While we’re dancing to the radio In my memory I can smell you Cloves and daisies, in your bedroom Lauren Hill is on the stereo With time and space, nothing to hold but…

On any other day than this I might recall, the words to make you feel better and spin the waves of the record known by heart I’ve tried to fool myself to sleep so many nights I fear I may never wake up A moonlight trance I drank the drink…

Lost in the dark, feeling for the walls, I hear an echoing Cutting so sharp, I seem to lose my balance, and fall from the universe An alien sun Polaris makes the mark So hang your aching head upon the morning star Its shines upon the…

The RPM veteran’s committee, aka Town Counsel is a group of small town bureaucrats hell-bent on world domination and/or making fun songs. This particular track was a musical game of “telephone” where each counselor added a part to a previously…

The sight of hands wringing, a worrying glance you feel pins and needles, seems all left to chance When I lose control of, the marbles and pegs It’s all an illusion, all in your head – if you don’t mind The depth of the panic, a bargain…

(Inspired by an actual posting for a hornet's nest for sale on Craigslist) Bored and surfing for some brand new toys or vintage microphones But this one’s gonna take me down the rabbit hole What is going through their mind sometimes you…

Calm your senses for the hypnotist Convex phrases oh so delicate I’m testing if you’re worthy You’re waiting patiently Better forgive me now, before I find a new low Better regret me now, the devil you think you know Better that you…

Driving in we cross the golden gate Heading forward and then back again Here’s the spirit of the old cross streets Won’t be staying but I’m sure we’ll be, around around around We knew everything and were so sure of Pockets full of triptiks…

In the age of information you can’t call it intuition when the answer’s written up in the stars On an island you’re so sure of, caught a cold there is no cure for, ever struggling to catch every breath And I don’t remember asking you And…

A paper empire, built off our sweat, a too well traveled trail. A river’s rapid flow that carries you, well beyond the pale. Now you’ve gotten what you need Fairy tales forgotten And you taken what you please And paid us next to nothing…

Dust of the needle ground to dull The cast of the street light drawn so pale Motion is timeless, impossible speed Contained in the rows we planted the seed Counting my fingers, an abacus sort Pointing my index out You’re so warm it…

Piece together phrases missing letters Sharpening your senses like my scissors Prime the Trojan horse and battering ram Find an empty vault instead of the plans Like a magazine, cut up lines to feed A ransom note for you to Read and then…

Polishing the silver tongue and straightening the tie Born to wear the lions mane and mingle with the vile White Mercedes on the lawn the party’s in the back And by the time the guests are gone your eyes are painted black. Racing to the…

Hey y’all let’s go tanning, under the new fake sun Let’s spin the brand new single, if you can’t hide we run From the safety of knowing Look outside it is snowing Who knew it got so cold, who knew it got so cold, And now I caught the…