- Cause
Cause I lost my job
two weeks before Christmas,
and I talked to Jesus at the sewer,
And the Pope said
it was none of his God-damned business,
while the rain drank champagne.
My Estonian Archangel came
- Climb Up On My Music
Have you ever had a fever
from a bitter-sweet refrain?
Have you ever kissed the sunshine,
walked between the rain?
Well, just climb up on my music,
and my songs will set you free.
Well, just climb up on my music,
- Halfway Up The Stairs
I'm only halfway up the stairs,
not up or down.
I'm only halfway up the stairs,
since you let me down.
So won't you tell me,
tell me, please,
what you're gonna do.
'Cause you know,
- Heikki's Suburbia Bus Tour
Did you read the Sunday paper,
about the strong stomached 25
who from an expedition,
all came back alive
from that hostile country
where only the stones survive,
on Heikki's suburbia bus tour one.
- I Think Of You
Just a song we shared, I'll hear.
Brings memories back
when you were here.
Of your smile, your easy laughter.
Of your kiss, those moments after.
I think of you,
and think of you,
and think of you.
- I Wonder
I wonder,
how many times you've been had.
And I wonder,
how many plans have gone bad.
I wonder,
how many times you had sex.
And I wonder,
do you know who'll be next.
- It Started Out So Nice
It started out with butterflies
on a velvet afternoon,
with flashing eyes and promises,
caught and held too soon
in a place called Ixea
with it's pumpkin oval moon.
It started out so nice.
- Jane S. Piddy
Now you sit there thinking, feeling insecure.
The mocking court gesture claims there is no proven cure.
Go back to your chamber, your eyes upon the wall.
'Cause you've got no one to listen, you've got no one to call.
And you think I'm curious.
Drifting, drowning in a purple sea of doubt.
- Like Janis
And you measure for wealth by the things you can hold
And you measure for love by the sweet things you're told
And you live in the past of a dream that you're in
And your selfishness is your cardinal sin
And you want to be held with highest regard
If he likes you so much
If he's trying so hard
- Sandrevan Lullaby - Lifestyles
The generals hate holidays,
others shoot up to chase,
the sun blues away.
Another store front church is open,
sea of neon lights,
a boxer his shadow fights.
Soldier tired and sailor broken,
winter's asleep at my window,
- To Whom It May Concern
Don't sit and wait,
don't sit and dream,
put on a smile,
go find a scene,
I'm sure you'd meet
someone who would really love you.
Don't sit and hope,