<*thirteen*> "Let patience have her perfect work" ..discrete discrepancies of a burning bush.. to be writing infinity into sands is to further bloody these hands. but it shouldnt be hard. it shouldnt be hard to further bloody these hands... and so began the bullet games. and so begin these bullet games. it shouldt be hard. it shouldnt be hard. and the clocks are striking. all the clocks are striking thirteen. <.................................................>
                                           to george           {It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen. Winston Smith, his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind, slipped quickly through the glass doors of Victory Mansions, though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him. }

<*smoke*> he races time and his pulse at night. and raises his glass to the witness. Petticoat tears for his cigarette smile. and a laugh. that says 'i would never hold you down" i would never hold you down. and so he waits. he waits dead or alive. dead or alive. Loved. Loved. I see smoke in your eyes. i see smoke in your eyes, pretty one. Zippering words like railroad signs and wishes and WISHES and lullibies. Cover your skin in city lies. the walls are thin.the walls are thin. (sing again) you let go. He Let go. You let go loved. LOVed. Loved Loved. i see smoke in your eyes. i see smoke in your eyes i see smoke in your eyes pretty one. ~~~~ For Shean      {"He and Space and the colors and the music were the same thing. His body had drifted into them like smoke into the sky and now he like them was a portion of time."}

<*a lie*> Alone. this city walks around you. Alone in the smile you share for the world. A lie. A lie. And all this talk of wasting.. has gotten me blue. gotten me blue. I am the body underneath you. am the clothes i have yet to put on. A lie. A lie and no one to show for your troubles. A lie. A lie. I am your bed you only sleep for me. i am your bed tuck in deep. night. fickle as you've become you are more then ths one. you are more then nothing. Fickle as you've become you are more then this one you are more then nothing. and all this talk of wasting has gotten me blue. gotten me blue. A lie..... a lie... and no one to show for your troubles.~~~~~~for being alone & sheanandkatie

<*hurt*> set me loose and i'll burn down your skies... you've got  peices mixed up to a simple pie. so MAKE IT LOUD when you fuck her. make it hard to live a little longer . you stupid  little boy MAKE IT HURT make it hurt. you've got the answers you'll just turn away.. a single disaster a stupid lay. i think its kind of funny you dont hold her at night and it think its kinda funny that you dont kiss in time so MAKE it LOUd when you fuck her MAKE it HARD to live a little longer make it hurt when you fuck her make it hurt to live a little longer. MAKE IT HURT make it hurt.~~~~~ a jealous song from katie

<*peices*>~~~~~~~~ for myself and for Shean

<*waitress*> for the guilty people on demand........I've been looking too much at mirrors and now i'm too high to land. i'm sick of playing the victim when i have the upper hand. So cut me for the pew. cop me for the waitress. because i'm too sick to veiw. i'm sick of the wasteland. So hate me love me tie me with pretty string. I'm a puppet, an incest.. {(an) insult without (a) voice.} i'm sick of playing the victim when i have the upper hand. So cut me for the pew. cop me for the waitress for i'm too sick to veiw. i'm tired of the wasteland.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~for myself

<*falling*>whisper good wishes to strangers give in if your not laughing yet. i want to be written in sand and break with the waves. but i guess this is called falling asleep. i guess this is called falling asleep. I'm a widow of cauldrons and wakings at dawn. i find beauty through chaos and opportunity in tragedy. CAtchers and givers and goings on below. i am the canvas that burdens echoes. but i got lucky this time. i got lucky this time. i am dying from the inside. i am dying on the inside. I live to trespass on your body to pention the weak. to breathe unwritten words. to live a melody. but i am dying. i am dying from the inside. i guess this is called falling asleep. i guess this is called falling asleep. and i guess this is called falling asleep.~~~~~ for shean

<*takeoff*> something about this puts me in the way. everything about you puts me to shame. its your different sides. Its  your different sides i cannot read. everybody laugh. everybody laugh at me. your a possibility, all of this is honest. people like you make me. Take off. take off... every kiss every lover touches that woo me under. YOu wrote this song for people like you. you wrote this song to show your simple sides. {i cannot read} but i can write you down. i can write you down. everybody laugh everybody laugh at me.your a possibility all of this is honest people like you make me takeoff. take off... its your simple sides. your simple sides your simple sides.~~~~~~~~~for shean

<*lost*> pedal your loss. wipe the streets with your name. stagger your heart mark every peice with its fame. my revolver has the weight of an angel. my revolver hath the weight. and my cause is remembered and my cause is remembered. i am lost with every peice of you. every cause a memory every heart bleeds true. we are the people of our regret. we are the people of our regret. theres nothing you can cry that will raise and answer theres nothing you can hold that will get what your after. i am lost with every peice of you. every heart is a memory every trust comes true. All the same you cant escape. Every wish is something you can explain theres nothing you can call that will raise an answer. theres nothing you can own that will get what your after. i am lost with every peice of you. every life is a memory, everything saught come true.~~~~ 'hey melanie, can i write a song and dedicate it to you?" "do it." hence: to melanie

<*whitegold*> oh how the river solemnly swore that you would come between us. and oh how i hoped against hopes that you would come between. and how i wish that we had spoken. sister forget your man. sister forget your man. white gold this perfect man white gold this perfect man. lust and hope craves for our regret but you can deliver me with your dance. with this dance. white gold this perfect man. white gold sister forget your man sister forget your man. and all i ever had was all that i wanted except for the true thing: to be the one you love. white gold your perfect man. white gold.~~~~written about people who scare you for their greatness . {tom gibson}