Great band. My brother and I listened to them on KCRW when driving around LA in 2009. Give your leftover change from the ice cream savings away.

Auto Machine Written By Fictional Name People there are machines Same thing everyday Slowly losing feeling Until they get paid But can't dare mention or question What is a living wage? And no emergency savings To get out of this…

Such A Bad Way Written By Fictional Name There’s some wine in the closet There’s some beer in the fridge Some people coming over You know how it is With all of the features And of the fraud Didn’t you miss me Breaking all sorts of laws…

(Don’t Know Why) I’m Happy I’m Alive Written By Fictional Name Maybe if I just spent my time a little wiser I could write myself a reminder Frostbite has taken both of my thumbs Language is what they're afraid of It's a game of mystery…

Oleander Season Written By Fictional Name It’s oleander season The cold is turning cool The reeds are getting sharper Lying in the pool Millions of fireflies Coming from the east Songs of tomorrow Songs of the beast It’s oleander…

Love Is A Realization Ate alone at a dead gas station I don’t know my life Filled up while sitting naked I don’t wanna be right They all run when they hear the sirens Away like mice from lights When everything returns to silence Crawl…

Originally I had a Motown idea in mind, and I kept my stomping and clapping, but the song seemed to lend itself to a more spacey-synthey feel, so I ran with it. I also am hinting a tiny (very tiny) bit at Joe Jackson's band's backing vocal styles…

Similar to a couple of other tunes this year, the How Many More? chorus idea has been floating around my addled head for a few years, but again, it wouldn't come to shore. But in promising my ideas that I never give up on them, I tried it again…

I saw her dancing, like the light on the ocean, I lay back down, looked up to the sky. The sun beat red and joined the horizon, the day was fading as she was coming alive. As the sun set on Bloody Foreland, I lay by the sea, dreamt on a…

I see the fire on the mountain, thunder cracks in the air, the cold air leaves me breathless, waves break ahead.

I tend to just say a filler line and that ends up being the only lyric I have time to ever (never) develop.