"Scooter Boys"

Scooter boys and Argentineans Europe shed the blood of the Indian
Here I sit in the land of plenty
Crying about my own virginity
Hey blue blood you're nothing new
You see I come from privilege too
A chapter in the book on the Americas
You're just another colonial terrorist
Scooter Boys and Argentineans Europe shed the blood of the Indian
Here I sit in the land of plenty
Crying about my own virginity
Way down south where the Maya reign Zapata reading poetry in his grave
They said we're stealing from the best to feed the poor
Well they need it more

"Everything In Its Own Time"

Remember everything I told you, keep it in your heart like a stone
And when the winds have blown the winds have blown things round and back again
what was once your pain will be your home
All around the table the white-haired men have gathered
Spilling their sons' blood like table wine
Remember everything in its own time
The music whispers you in urgency hold fast to that languageless connection
A thread of known that was unknown and unseen seen dangling from inside the fifth direction
Boys around the table mapping out their strategies
Kings all of mountains one day dust
A lesson learned a loving God and things in their strategies
Kings all of mountains one day dust
A lesson learned a loving God and things in their own time
In nothing more do I trust
We own nothing, nothing is ours
Not even love so fierce it burns like baby stars
But this poverty is our greatest gift
The weightlessness of us as things around begin to shift
Remember everything I told you, keep it in your heart like a stone
And when the winds have blown things round and back again
What was once your pain will be your home
Everything in its own time
Everything in its own time

"Cut It Out"

I'm sittin in Darwin's theory
You're down in the 48 I'm practicing politics
You're practicing guitar and staying out late
How did we get so turned around
Why did we make it so hard
Can't we cut it out while it's tender
Give us something good to remember
Hey my my my rock star I saw your feet leave the ground
You said all I want to be is loud I was ushering your friends in I was trying to clear the aisles
So how did you get so turned around
Why do you make it so hard
Why can't you cut it out I'm tender
Give me something good to remember
Cut it out cut it all out
So it's Alaska in the summertime
In the wintertime I'm free
But the days get short cold and wasted
Nowhere is warm enough for me
Baby you tell me what happened
How did I make it so hard
Can't we cut it out while it's tender
Give me something good to remember
Cut it out cut it all out

"Burn All The Letters"

I am sorry that I set my sights on the things I read
Something meant for your husband maybe you left under the bed
Once upon a love those words blew free and secret but the pages lay around
Drifted to the hands of the publisher and the greedy generations on down
Burn all the letters (someone is always watching)
The government's on the phone (whether openly or secretly)
Burn all the letters (breathe life into your story)
Send them on to a safer home (burn it to secrecy)
Burn all the letters brand them in before you go
Soldiers are coming to plunder but there are some things they will never know
We made our love out of dignity, we dug our nails in the dirt
Hung out towel soaked souls out on the line we loved so hard that it hurt
To ease my pain I took a pen and paper, incarnate came the bleeding
Send it back before the public eye perverts it in the reading
Burn all the letters (someone is always watching)
The government's on the phone (whether openly or secretly)
Burn all the letters (breathe life into your story)
Send them on to a safer home (burn it into secrecy)
Burn all the letters from you to me
They're coming to take what they can but they cannot read
What they cannot see

"Hey Kind Friend"

Hey kind friend don't know when I'll see you again on a ferry boat bound for
Victoria laying down to hide from the wind
Beg dipper hangin over the city you know everything now is different for me ain't no use in explainin the scenery
Hey kind friend won't you help me forget where I been
Help me remember who I am I was too late in Spokane
So I caught a ride through the Cascade range I saw the sun dying in Olympia running down on Capitol Lake
So I ask you for some relief and it's one true root that you bring to me 3am it's good company
Hey kind friend help me forget where I been Help me remember who I am
Hey kind friend I don't know when I'll see you again
It's OK friend So I'll meet you in New Orleans or I'll see you round cause
I don't know if it's worth coming down now I'm calling you from a gold rush town I'm OK friend

"Go"

Through the dustbowl
Through the debt
Grandma was a suffragette
Blacklisted for her publication
Blacklisted for my generation
Go go go

Raise your hands
Raise your hands high
Don't take a seat
Don't stand aside
This time don't assume anything
Just go go go

Feed the fire
Fan the flame
I know you kids can stand the rain
I know the kids are still upsetters

'Cause rock is cool but the struggle is better
Go go go

Raise your hands
Raise your hands high
Don't take a seat
Don't stand aside
This time don't assume anything
Just go go go

Did they tell you it was set in stone
That you'd end up alone
Use your years to psyche you out
You're too old to care
You're too young to count

Did they tell you, you would come undone
When you try to touch the sun
Undermine the underground
You're too old to care
You're too young to count

Go go go

"Soon Be To Nothing"

Kelly Mountain road saw a heavy load
With a sagging heart and a break apart
Voices in me stood as thick as thieves
With no sympathy for the beggars art
I have passed these pines 'bout a million times effortlessly
Now I grip the wheel fear is what I feel
At the slow unraveling of me

You tell me it's temporary it's a matter of time
By God don't you think I know it's in my mind
It's right over left and healing the then

I'll soon be to nothing but I don't know when

Well the way I flee on my crooked feet
Barn happy horse on a one-track course
Then I self despise cryin' out my eyes
'Cause the happy trail led me to remorse
But the road is long and the song is gone
I blow empty in my cicada shell
If I saw my choice I might find my voice
But I don't know when and I just can't tell

You tell me it's temporary just a matter of time
By God don't you think I know it's in my mind
It's right over left and healing the then

I'll soon be to nothing but I don't know when

Deep behind my face is a safer place
But old gears are hitched tight to the gate
It's a daily grind waiting to unwind
Till I hear that click that unlocks my fate

So tell me it's temporary it's a matter of time
By God don't you think I know it's in my mind
It's right over left and healing the then
I'll soon be to nothing but I don't know when
I'll soon be to nothing but I don't know when
I'll soon be to nothing but I don't know when