"Death Of An Interior Decorator"

You were the mother of three girls so sweet
Who stormed through your turnstile
And climbed to the street
But after conception your body lay cold
And withered through autumn and you found yourself old

Can you tell me why you have been so sad?
He took a lover on a faraway beach
While you arrange flowers and chose color schemes

Can you tell me why you have been so sad?
Can you tell me why you have been so sad?

The girls were all there
They traded their vows
The youngest one glared with furrowed brows
They tenderly kissed then cut the cake
The bride then tripped and broke the vase
The one you thought would spend the years
So perfectly placed below the mirror
Arriving late, you clean the debris
And walked into the angry sea

It felt just like falling in love again [x2]

Can you tell me why you have been so sad?
Can you tell me why you have been so...

"Debate Exposes Doubt"

The workadays were propping the bar quietly erasing the week and i was in a cornerbooth thinking
(pretending to read) about the impossiblity of one to love unconditionally and the words that we drive into the ground...
Their repetition starts to thin their meaning.

Then everything got frighteningly still as they entered and intersected the floor and i tried to choke my stare at the perfection that others would kill for.
But all of the parts are the same on every face (few variables change).
The differences pale when compared to the similarity they share

Finally there is clarity and there is purpose after all, but every night ends the same as i'm collapsing once more by your side.
Finally there is clarity... this tiny life is making sense. and every drop numbs the both of us, but i alone am staggering.

"Different Names For The Same Thing"

Alone on a train aimless in wonder
An outdated map crumbled in my pocket
But I didn't care where I was going
'Cause they're all different names for the same place.

The coast disappeared when the sea drowned the sun
And I knew no words to share with anyone
The boundaries of language I quietly cursed
And all the different names for the same thing

There are different names for the same things
There are different names for the same things...

"Expo '86"

Sometimes i think this cycle never ends
We slide from top to bottom and we turn and climb again
And it seems by the time that i have figured what it's worth
The squeaking of our skin against the steel has gotten worse.

But if i move my place in line i'll lose.
And i have waited, the anticipation's got me glued.

I am waiting for something to go wrong.
I am waiting for familiar resolve.

Sometimes it seems that i don't have the skills to recollect
The twists and turns of plots that turned us from lovers to friends
I'm thinking i should take that volume back up off the shelf
And crack it's weary spine and read to help remind myself

But if i move my place in line i'll lose.
And I have waited, the anticipation's got me glued.

I am waiting for something to wrong
I am waiting for familiar resolve
I am waiting for another repeat
Another diet fed by crippling defeat
And i am waiting for that sense of relief
I am waiting for you to flee the scene
As if you held in your hand the smoking gun
And on the floor lay the one you said you loved.

And it's strange
They are basically the same
So i don't ask names anymore.

Sometimes i think this cycle never ends
We slide from top to bottom and we turn and climb again
And it seems by the time that i have figured what it's worth
The squeaking of our skin against the steel has gotten worse.

The squeaking of our skin against the steel has gotten worse [x2]

"Fake Frowns"

Bent at the knee, a last resort
Backfired and made things worse
Once on the bus, it was quite possible
You'd be the jailhouse queen
Jury and judge were screaming to hang
You spat the sweat from brow
He shrugged his shoulders, nothing would work
It had to end right now...
I can't drive straight counting your fake frowns
Focusing in; details a must
Trying to make each one count
All on your fingers stopping at ten
Magistrate's keyed in how
The jury and judge were screaming to hang
You spat the sweat from brow
He shrugged his shoulders; nothing would work
It had to end right now...
We can't keep your interest now
Increasing pixels and sound

"Flustered / Hey Tomcat!"

Once when my folks were gone
I saw a lot of liquor
I saw my tomcat
Famose
I saw my tomcat
What?
Tomcat
What?
My tomcat
Tomcat

I saw a bowl of milk
And I said
"Hey"
What?
I got news for you
That's weird
I got news for you
I got news

10, 5, 0 meters
I think it's, um . . .
I like the beat a lot
And I like the pool
And I can dance around the room
And I

Tomcat
Hello, tomcat
News for you
What, tomcat?
News for you
What, tomcat?
As you're listening to heart sounds
And murmurs
Instead of using words to
Describe them
It's somewhat like eating an apple
And trying to describe how it tastes

What
Tomcat
So what?
The LSD
What?
I'm unsure

I got news for you
Some kind of LSD
Sure enough, I'll come
Tomcat
And I'm sure
The rumors

I got news for you
Hey, tomcat
And I'm sure the rumors
What, tomcat?

And I'm sure the box I
And I'm sure the box
Some kind of L word
One of the LS words
What the LS?
The L word
The LSD pill and the cat

What is going on, motherfucker?
No, no
Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba
There's salt
Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba
You're so flustered
Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba

You're so flustered
I excel at stone
When given the exposed
I am Brian

"For What Reason"

This won't be the last you'll hear from me... it's just the start.
I hope that he keeps you up for weeks like you did to me.
I will hold a candle up to you to singe your skin. brace yourself... i'm bent with bitterness.
When your apologies fail to ring true,
(you're) so slick with that sarcastic slew or phrases like 'i thought you knew', while keeping me in hot pursuit.
Tracing the plot finds skin touching skin (abscence follows).
In the end, i win every time as ink remains.
Sour tastes prevail as you play back the tape machine.

"Grapevine Fires"

When the wind picked up
And the fire spread
And the people, strangers left for dead.
And the northern sky, like the end of day,
The end of days.

A wake up call to a rented room
Sounded like an alarm of impending doom.
To warn us it's only a matter of time.
Before we all burn [4x]

We bought some wine and some papercups
Near your daughter's school when we picked her up
And drove to a cemetery on a hill
On a hill.

And we watched the plumes paint the sky gray
And she laughed and danced through the field of graves
There I knew it would be alright
That everything would be alright,
Would be alright
Would be alright
Would be alright.

And the news reports on the radio
Said it was getting worse
Cause the ocean air fanned the flame.
But I couldn't think of anywhere I would have rather been
To watch it all burn away.
To burn away.

The firemen worked in double shifts,
With prayers for rain on their lips
And they knew it was only a matter of time.

"Hindsight"

Three wasted years, standing still
As you opened up, 18 miles wide
On this country drive
I can't keep up
'Cause you're so far gone
And it's all too much hindsight
Three wasted years, wasting time
As the hunger pains grow inside

I can't keep up
'Cause you're so far gone
And it's all too much hindsight

"I Was A Kaleidoscope"

I put on my overcoat and walked into winter - my teeth chattered rhythms
And they were grouped in twos or threes, like a morse code message was sent from me to me. cars on slippery slopes, they're stuck...
People pushing through their mittens as i was beginning to feel it soaking through my shoes, getting colder with every step i took to your apartment, dear.

And i was a kaleidoscope... the snow on my lenses distorting the image of what was only one of you and i didn't know which one to address as all your lips moved.

This is when i forget breathe all the things i scripted, they sound unfounded.
And the look that you're giving me, it tells me exactly what you are thinking...
"this ain't working anymore."

They got their mothers worked into a panic
Sledding down hills into oncoming traffic
The parents layered clothes until the children couldn't move then kept them outside til their noises were blue and I got left there, too.

I put on my overcoat and walked into winter, my teeth chattered rhythms.
And they were grouped in twos or threes like a morse code message was sent from me to me.