a voice mail message from the "IRS" and some instrumental tracks I'd been messing around with for awhile.

I am a butterfly but not a monarch I’m meat sliced thin and looking stark On the granite, part of a meal unfinished Swept off the counter and Into the garbage I’m sorry, that was dark I’m just a victim of pathetic fallacy I’m partial…

There was a man from Galilee With hands that cared for everything They took his plow and beat it into swords I have a dad I never see And children here in front of me We’re going where the apples taste like flowers I wouldn’t…

When I was young I tiptoed the garden And then I salted all that I could see The summer sun it seemed a yoke upon me But no so much for the open-hearted leaves August came around while I was sleeping September grasses bent under my feet…

Dark clouds are moving in Soft breeze upo0n my skin Prepared but even then So swings the pendulum The lives it takes as the branches break The hopes and dreams now sympathies For all the starts left in the sky Are pocket change left…

I’m a leaking pitcher I’m half full Full of dripping water Coming from the roof Pour me out in the garden When the ground dries up Set me up when the rain comes Hear me fill with love You’re alright I’m a crooked picture Hanging…

I went down to old fort worth in 18 and 83 when a Mexican cowboy come stepping up to me he said how are you young fella how would you like to go and spend the season working in the hills of Mexico well having no employment back to him…