Wheel

  • Renée
    Renée make a promise to me, let your hair grow to your knees, and I will not be far, you'll not be in harms way, Renée. The stragglers bring mud to your door, and trouble for all those who mourn, but do not answer it, stay inside and leave the lights unlit, and night and day I watch you hide away Renée. Oh, the full moon, can't afford the pull that's coming from the likes of you. And oh, to tell you. I bet it said, "if it wasn't for me, the waves won't come." High in its bed it goes moving with your moving car, it said, "the hardest part is getting older, the hardest part is getting old." Renée you've a way to row, through a lake of fire and fog of cigarette smoke. The dirt-eating moon, don't hurt her, be good.
  • Triangle
    I wouldn't mind if you left me here, standing on the other side of a locked door in a big, big fire. There comes a time when you decide if you fight it off or learn to die, I'm fine. This city pulls itself around me. It pries apart so it can see what you and I have taken, but it hasn't taken anything. I couldn't lie if I wanted to 'cause all I'm wont to do is hide out away from you. If it's white and it's piled high enough so I can float like smoking paper. You can stay, or you can breathe, two or three until you make it to the street. You can wait and you can scream but that won't keep you from burning. I wouldn't mind if you left me here burning.
  • Runner
    To give yourself a little bit of hope's a lie, you said, "we're just spinning where we stand." And if you cling to tokens for your life you find you wind up with imaginary men. Static transmit me to the other side of another room in pieces. Like a steady beating, the summer hurts. The telescopic pull of what you know's a lie, it's broken down 100,000 times. The parts collapse, in caving they're inside the atmosphere, we're carving out our names into the air. You are a runner, the steady balance as you're gaining in speed, a photograph to scale the thrashing of your feet. And it won't be over until the big, backhand of the sun, beats the tar out of the road you are on until it's won you, the summer hurts. And as for all your suffering you won't escape the sting until you're buried in the ground. The beauty that you breathe into the air won't clear your name you have been sinning since the day you came around. You are a runner...
  • Every Tense
    It's too bright out, the heat dries my eyes out and we, we turn over, we turn over like a wheel. No one stays here besides devils and rockscalers, and they know better, they are gonna disappear but we'll be here. We will be here. Under the rough that grows itself outward toward the four corners of the earth, not downward. There is no water under the gravel, there are no wet-throated travelers. And we turn over, we turn over like a wheel. Under the traps of scavengers, bat your eyes and you are wrapped up in them. Kicking of limbs and wriggling endlessly won't set you free, you are a tumbleweed, a jumble of feeble parts, can you even see in the dark? You're carrying all that you own, carrying all that you own and on and on and we turn over, we turn over like a wheel. We turn over, we turn over like a wheel.
  • Bells and Whistles
    I could've sworn, there was a time, when we believed that we could measure out a line just how we wanted it, so we could live just as long as anybody ever did. But I was wrong to lie like that, I was wrong to lie like that. When the air was so cold that it smelled sweet on your coat, and the concrete got swollen and roared and it swallowed you whole. I said, "don't try to argue with it, it will take you home, it's just another road under the one you used to know." But I lied to you, I didn't have a choice but to, I lied, I lied to you. And I can't hide forever and remain ashamed of it. I can't cover my hands and tell you not to blame me, that you are a speck in a pile of dust. And everything you love will turn into crumbs so stop worrying, worrying, worrying love, stop worrying, worrisome love. And the bells and the whistles make deafening sounds. And you can see an ending, it's clear as a bell. When the sound of your headache is louder than hell, in the bend of a note you're alone. In the bend of a note you're alone, you're alone, so don't waste it all, Worrisome.
  • Sink, Swim
    Oh California, I tried to warn ya, the earth is gonna quake before ya. You'll be real sorry but it won't be sorry, the dirt is gonna crack and split you in two. Then you'll be halved and you'll have to find a match that fit your guts, it hurts so much but it keeps your blood in. Watch out they'll swarm ya, the bees that were born way too early, wakened by the swirling. Cover your nose up, they'll fill all your holes, they will weigh you down with honeycombs and though, it'll be your one chance to be sweet, you'll be a thankless home for ungrateful drones who will churn your bones to butter. And you're not coming home, no you've got plenty more in you don't ya, so please go easy and breathe some clean air for me. Oh California, I hate to inform ya, now waves are crashing coming toward ya. Soaking your pals and dragging them out, you're the only straggler grabbing onto the shore. But all the salt's pooled in your ears, it's all your fault I tell ya, listen will ya, can't you hear me baby. And you're not coming home, no you've got plenty more in you don't ya, so please go easy and breathe some clean air for me. And if I'd only known how to warn you, I'd pull you undertow if I had to, but I'm too lazy and you're too stubborn baby.
  • The Hole
    Oh you shouldn't fall inside the hole with your old girl and no, it's not your fault, you are a wonder, you are a wonder. And the damned daylight is slow when you're worrying how long it'll be 'til you go. Outside the garbage is piled up way too high, I wouldn't blame you if you leave, it's not the way your world's supposed to be. And when the coals are on your seat, and it's taking all of me to breathe, I tell you run but you stay right here. Just like the taste behind my teeth, and like the bullet in my knee, you keep me, darlin' you keep me from up and sinking in the sand. And like the buzzing of a lamp, and like the aching in my aching hands, you are the constant in my constant, you are the salty air in my sail.
  • Eleonora
    Call me from the capital, only together as you try to come off. When you need me, it's half a world to reach me. Selfishly your permanent drain, I am trapped inside the places we're the same. I know that it's trying and you're tired of hearing it, but nobody else has time to listen how to. So can you please do it for me, this'll be the last that I ask I promise. Eleonora, it's fine you know I never wanted to ignore ya. Sleeping on hard wood is harder when you're hardly any good and every sound hits so much louder than it should. Where's the one who'll make the ringing go away? You're built of much sturdier stuff, while I'm piled high and loose and could use some luck. I know you've been dying to move forward, but no one can make it go away the way you do. So can you please do it for me, my monument is my failure to answer. Eleonora, it's fine you know I never wanted to ignore ya. Oh won't you kindly pick the pins and needles off me, Eleonora.
  • The Move
    These two back teeth are ground meat I barely slept this week, but you're lovely in the morning all reminding me why I should be sorry. Say, "I love your brain but I hate it when it pushes me away." Well it's been down so now you're finally finding out that I'm not supposed to get better but I said I won't be quite like this forever 'cause I'm a liar and a thief. Well there's an easy way to wind your watch, come here and take it off, I'll keep it safe in the back where I can clean it, I mean it, there is no time like the present, or something just as stupid. I'll tell ya I could make you happy, I could make you coffee when I wake up if you haven't made some already. There's a ticking but it's subtle and you'd barely even notice but you'll know it when your eyes they start to focus. Until then, I'm around in a hot room by myself, organizing all the ways that I could take all of the things you love away. So I put it on you 'cause it's easier to do, I'll watch you smoke until you know me, 'til you're dizzy and you're lonely, make the move, I am leaving it up to you.
  • Journey to the Center of the Earth
    A can of cola, an unfilled bathtub for dirty bodies and storing empties. The land-line's nagging, the mail is scattered on the floor, and through a keyhole of a triple bolted door, it's melodrama, it's confused chemicals. It's dirty laundry, it's empty styrofoam. The Giants won and all the firecracker shells are littering the street and I don't give a shit. My shoes ran off somewhere and I haven't even cared to organize a search. My ball of nerves, don't mistake me, I'll refuse you if you choose to track me down. And don't you make me leave without wishing you well 'til I return from my brief sojourn to the center of the earth. As far as I tell you it's not as bad as all of that, and I promise not to be reckless. Oh heart of mine, heart of mine, it's your face that brings me back every time. It's dirty laundry, it's empty styrofoam.
  • Telluride
    Telluride, I told you 1,000 times. It was easy to breathe, and lightyears to get there with weights on your feet. Speak for me, mark the page for me keep me asleep, the camera is moving at regular speed but cut out the parts where it's easy to breathe. And tell a lie, tell it 1,000 times. Telluride, I told you 1,000 times. Havasu, you've half a mind to take me right under you. Through craters we make and the flags we keep from waving, position in place where I can't ever say, Telluride, I showed you 1,000 times. Tell a lie, I told it 1,000 times.
  • L-DOPA
    I'm a bright, white egg and I incubate in a warm, yellow light in the winter. And I'll hatch on a snow-covered morning, and no one will be awake to see it happen. There is no history, there's no expectation, just warm, yellow light on my skin. And I'm blessed by my mother, though I'll never know her, and I'll never be lonesome again. I'm a bright entertainer in a silent theater I wearily quarry into. And my mother she stands where the characters dance from the light at the height of the room. And every night I repeat the phrases, just to see if she predicts the changes. And I'd die for a word if it's all she'd afford but she closes up knowing it. Where I am is right at the beginning of it, all I know I was born with. Where she is, she is fixed in a prison so fast she is frozen, the air she breathes is a slow wind. I'm a tired arachnid, spinning loose in my threads, building lifetimes of gossamer beds. And the filigree waterdrops around my head, they absorb every word that I said. There are no wings hitched to my spine, just an undying urge to climb. And I'll wait for my mother, supposing she'd bother to hold me and keep me a while. To hold me and keep me a while.
  • The Wheel
    Starts of dreams I'm able to breathe underwater, someone's daughter's sugar, southern-weather voice with Lucky Strikes she tries to cover the smell, cover the noises of his mouth, cover the planes of his face, cover the noises he makes. There's a man and I hate him plainly, nothing fancy in how glad I watched them bury him. But ever since then, I can feel him all around me, clawing like a crowd, like the weather sucks me in and spits me out. Understand I am only as he made me, a faithful servant to all of the noise, all of the lights, all the flashing in my head, the sound of his mouth, loud as a crowd, and you're lucky that you're dead because Clemency is tugging me but I'm sorry that she's weak. Because I won't be merciful, like what got you first in your throat, I will be real, real slow, just like a wheel, turn over. I'm like a wheel. I'll be real, I'll be real. I'll turn over like a wheel.

Runner 7"

  • Runner
    To give yourself a little bit of hope's a lie, you said, "we're just spinning where we stand." And if you cling to tokens for your life you find you wind up with imaginary men. Static transmit me to the other side of another room in pieces. Like a steady beating, the summer hurts. The telescopic pull of what you know's a lie, it's broken down 100,000 times. The parts collapse, in caving they're inside the atmosphere, we're carving out our names into the air. You are a runner, the steady balance as you're gaining in speed, a photograph to scale the thrashing of your feet. And it won't be over until the big, backhand of the sun, beats the tar out of the road you are on until it's won you, the summer hurts. And as for all your suffering you won't escape the sting until you're buried in the ground. The beauty that you breathe into the air won't clear your name you have been sinning since the day you came around. You are a runner...
  • The Fire
    Here's to mud in your eye, here's to you and the rest of your life. I see the outline and you're unlined, I feel the shake of uneven table legs and I can't sit back and help you celebrate. The world is braiding and time is bending, so i could go tonight and try and keep you both from burning. I bring you bad news from another place, even if it means that I am made to be erased. I love you more than both of you could say and I can't bear to see you turn another day in the fire. In the fire, we are folding in the fire, and its nicer than it was with the pictures warming up and getting lost, as the silver takes the sun. And you will make a stumbling father crumbling mother with two little wrecking balls to help you level out each other. And you'll pull over and go to sleep, she'll make you beg hard for every little piece. And they'll grow up fast and watch you both repeat, and never find the loving that you need in the fire. In the fire, we are folding in the fire, run in opposite directions maybe then you'll meet up on the other side. As the silver takes the sun, and it washes out the fear in everyone. You were too fucked up to see what you would become, if you jump into the fire...
  • Slouch
    Falling fast asleep, can't I wait to see you, keep me up and keep me away from it. Sleep you keep your mitts off, feeding on our tired our fitful fighting, all the bites you leave behind when you're away from me.

Sit Resist

  • Halloween Pts. 1 & 2
    I am underneath, I am underneath, watch me take your life, watch me take your life. I am overlooked, I hear every word you said, watch what you said, I am underneath, I am underneath.
  • Master of Art
    You came with your faith unshaken, unabashed oh my darling you're amazing with your hands so cold and full of callouses. Your name is the only word that I hear. I'll cut your hair short so I could see your ears and I could know you hear my name, hear my name. You'll be shorn and I'll be sure. All I can pray for is that you please will wait for me until I am a master of art, until I have learned everything. Then I swear we can go away for just as long as you think that you can take it, you should know that I am often difficult. And we'll move to where the weight won't break our fingers when we wake up. And we'll stay inside a shape and we will never ever worry. Never ever worry. Don't tire of, don't tire of me yet. I could lie and say to you that this will soon be over. I could lie and say I knew where we'd be waking up tomorrow. You came with your faith unshaken, unabashed oh my darling you're amazing with your hands so cold and full of callouses. I could lie and say to you that this will soon be over. I could lie and say I knew where we'd be waking up tomorrow. I could make a little shape for us to stay until we have to go away again, the wait is just a little longer.
  • Caretaker
    I wake up, feed your cat, and tell myself that I'm okay where I'm at. And I take great care keeping this roof pitched but it's lonely out here, I can't make any music. Understand I can no longer take care. This is the last night in the house I was born in could you give me a ride to the train in the morning? I've got a real nice place on a real nice block with a garden outside, you should see it sometime. But don't, don't worry about. This is the last night in the house I was born in don't tell me that I have forgotten who I am. I'm gonna write, write, write until it comes out wrong and then I'll hang up my hands on the hook when I'm done. And I know that you always wanted me to. And I tell myself the things you said you said just because you had to.
  • The Healthy One
    Hey you lucky kid the others have come down with it, in the early stages, baby, so that means you'll have to watch them carefully so keep them from running near the corner, when you are playing, play nice and mind the nice lady three-times daily, she'll give them something to make it, to make it go away. And you complain, you complain, you complain. Oh deary, your mother's got a fever and clearly your dad is gonna leave her, that leaves you with your little sisters. And you know they didn't mean to cut you, they just had to see if your blood was sick too. And it's clear of all the critters weakening your sisters, and your system's running quick you're not as sickly as you think. And you will live long, you will bury them all in the ground, and your body will grow, you will bury them all... It hurts to be the healthy one.
  • Finish Piece
    Oh these finished feet, the only guarantee when you are running in place, running in place and never running free like you're supposed to be. Oh these weary extremities cool off and atrophy, please take a piece of me.
  • Peachy
    How else can I say I am not your hide-away, get your face out from the crook in my arm. And not only just I can be what's keeping you alive, if I slip up, if I fall asleep you're gone. And god knows I've tried but I am god damned tired. And I will build a fort around you, the bricks are drying in the sun, stay real still I'll soon be done. Because I'm not strong enough to hold you up, I've got a hole inside my gut and it's tearing me apart. Yeah this hole inside my gut it is tearing me apart. It is tearing me apart... I am small the television's falling from the second floor, my sister's hand in mine as we watch it go. Another scene with sirens in the front yard for the neighbors to read by the lights of. I am small the televisions falling from the second floor, my sister's hand in mine as we watch it go. Another scene with sirens in the front yard for the neighbors to soak in the lights of.
  • 8:08
    August spent your basement apartment, I fell through your floor, cradle and all, I fell through your floor. And I can't spill through your fists until my hands are solid white, my lungs are buckled tight together. My sliding drawl is like a cannonball, I'll slur myself to sleep outside your door. There's a ghost way up the Northeast coast and it'll break your heart harder than I could ever. And that ghost claws at my arms, it makes me do wrong, it makes me do wrong, and it pushes you down and rattles the walls and it's sorry, it's sorry, it's sorry. So even though it's cold and it breaks apart your bones, it's floating urgently outside your door. When you spoke, when you speak broken on your knees. I'm a joke, I'm asleep please please please please please. I'll be on my feet if you want me, I'll be on my feet if you need, I'll be on my feet if you want me to be.
  • Red Clay Roots
    When the cotton takes it's toll on the Carolina soil, and your soul longs to go sing on Yankee radio, follow the sound down the red clay road. Your daddy's gone, the bottle broke, your mother sews to keep her home, your brothers croon but they will too die a bottle death just as soon, you'll bury them deep in a red clay grave. The wash is boiling in the ring and you hear a lady sing, Lillie Rae sweetly sways while the old victrola plays, follow the sound down the red clay road.
  • Barnacles
    Scrape these barnacles, I am whole again. Finally purified or whatever that means. Put your back in it, they laid their roots deep within the paint. Free me, free me from their teeth, but don't cut too deep. Scrape these barnacles, I am utterly yours. Take my lack of control and swallow it whole. Break my excuses to leave over your bony knees and scrub the sweat away, make me clean. Please pull the bad dreams out of me. Scrape these barnacles, I am utterly yours. Take my lack of control and swallow it whole. Break my excuses to leave over your bony knees and free me, free me, free me, free me, I am utterly yours.
  • Montauk Monster
    I will be a bird, I will be a monster, sleeping on a perch, underneath an overpass. Passers-by will pour their eyes out, pull at my heart and beg me to move, but I'll do what I'm told and you can not pass through. I will be a train, you will be a stow-away, creeping down below my steaming locomotive. And while we pour through a series of tunnels I'll pour my boiling water and scald raw every inch of your skin. And what a spectacle to see you all unraveled and exposed. Well you got too close, those hangers-on were bound to burn. It was only your turn I warned you, I said "who goes there?"
  • The Wait
    My life's work is waiting for a train to come, not driven by a living thing, no free-will will I wait for. My masterpiece is running in place, charting distances I run, lifting blocks but building nothing, touching each one and walking off screen. This isn't moving, break my legs with the strength of 1,000, won't you take a once very capable brain and make it quiet, make it sane and never able to work the same again. Now that the alkaline taste in my mouth it runs through my throat into my nose and I know it's going to kill me. It's killing me, it's killing me, oh the way the wait is killing me.
  • The Weight
    It's killing me, it's killing me, oh the way the weight is killing me... Now that the alkaline taste in my mouth it goes through my throat into my nose and I know it's going to kill me...
  • I See Dark
    Cuffed to the bed next to my head, swallow the key up, swallow the key. You've been swallowing everything. Lock me up in a room with a strange one. Take this, go on take it and you'll see your ache will soon break. Do this in memory of what you used to be. But that lump on a cot in a dark room, takes her time wasting away, trapped inside of a body that hates her, take your time and then someone will take you. But I've seen dark and I can not right it. I see dark, I know you are tired of fighting. We'll lay with the lights out, I'll lie if you want me to, but I will lie next to you, I can hear them too.

Holy Ghost! 7"

  • Mouthbreather
    Mouthbreather, breathe deeper, you won't choke on your tongue, I'm a promise keeper. Swollen glands and clammy hands, clamber to the bath as fast as you can. Oh, tell me what's the matter, you better stop. Tracer of a straight-line, tracing fingers over wallpaper designs, those hallway diamonds see how they shine. My hard-sigher, don't dry off just yet, lay there soaking wet and as still as you can. Oh, tell me what's the matter, you better listen daughter, get in the hot water, and get yourself in the cool, cool water.
  • Holy Ghost!
    Oh dear lord, oh dear lord, I can feel your claws upon me, scratching sweetly, scratching sweetly, in the middle of the night. My father is so tired, he can feel your weight upon him, crushing gently, sweetly nightly from his house upon the sea. Make it alright...
  • Gathering and Leaping
    A minor setback, they told you "get back!" Our whole town is quiet, just for now, at night, they are quiet. Don't close your windows if you want it to carry you away, don't close your windows if you want to blow away. We know the wind is heavy alone, it can't bear the onus of our arms, it can barely hold its own, oh it can barely hold its own. Knowing this we persist making our taking-off attempts, and our arms furious insist that physics rearrange its face in our favor, so that as we grow older, it shrugs its shoulders, nudging our roofs and exposing our rooms, and roots us into itself, oh it roots us into itself.

A Record

  • Baby Bones
    Baby bones are you cold- are you cold? gather up your scattered toes and i will hold you close. baby bones are you cold- are you cold baby bones? a clattering of tones is throwing me off some- and often you're lonesome 'cause awful as it is we all have forgotten not to forget- anything about the way you say it- anything about the way you play it- anything about the way you say it- you say it so hollow- hello.
  • The Pretty One
    Caffeine and lack of real sleep- knees deep in gasoline- ask me if i'm afraid to speak- cause my words make heat. which streets the one we meet at? can't keep my feet to the beat of yours- read me from a map of the town and i'll lay my head down. crosswalk- we stop an wait for the light to change us- talk more and compensate for my silence- hands wrapped in hands we're ready- slow down baby- we got the town map handy inside our heads. and i'll lay my head down. meet me at the pretty lights time of day- when the pretty lights give me a pretty face- baby stay with me until we can't see- no more- til we can't see no more- we glowed hard now we're dark for sure- take hold of my arm at the elbow and we'll go -and i'll lay my head down. i'm always almost there.
  • Landslide/The Dig
    Rush, rush, rush- went the coal and went the water -past the tufts, tufts, tufts- snapping trees and fingers easy as all- down it comes now prepare yourself the black is gushing- up, up, up- to the windows, curtains, and the cushions- things are getting so untidy. hush, hush, hush- if you scream then everyone will start screaming- numb, numb, numbs- frozen limbs and frozen bottoms hold you- still enough 'til you breathe in three times it will take you- up, up, up- high above your shoes and socks now- things are getting so untidy, things are getting so untidy. broken are the backs of the shovel-bearers- smoking on their breaks cutting conversations to t.v. shows- and places that they long to go- long before the dig began and long before the dig is over.
  • Nervous Rex
    All the blips of the sinking ships are all sinking in to your skin- and i'm getting older as my hair goes white and i can not light up the dark. and all the violent waves- the violent waves. i haven't left the house in 100 years- and you haven't left yours in 100 hours- and we can't keep our hands out of our own mouths- see the horrible habits we acquire. and all the rawest thumbs- from gnawing on them and rowing hard- you're a nervous wreck- i'm a nervous wreck- you're a nervous wreck. and oh my stomach burns but only at night when the moon is bright- and i have dreams about bears with the reddest mouths but your arms are warm and your legs are wrapped around. and the sound of your heart- the unsteady sound- i will slow it down.
  • The Source and the Sound (The Sound & The Source)
    The brokenhearted break their bones up into bread- then ball it up and stuff it in the holes in the sides of their heads. to stop the sound you stop the source- or is it the other way around? to stop the source you stop the sound. my bones are brittle- and i'm a little dry at the joints between them. pushing the choke in my throat down- i told you id go down- but you don't know- you never know. the open hearted make such a mess of themselves. the emptyhanded are pulling all the sparks right out from under their wheels. to stop-to stop- to throw off course- of course i know how easy for all those- who need and take and go. my bones are brittle- and i'm a little tired of sitting and getting fat. we all should close up- if we are sealing up enough- then we are feeling nothing- feeling nothing- feeling nothing.
  • A Shine To It
    I sold my blood- to a hospital- but it wasn't very much blood so they didn't give me much money- they didn't give me much. i thought that you might like this- because it's got a shine to it- i know you like shiny things so i will try to buy it up for- and drive to you. i posed unclothed- for an artist in his home- but i couldn't hold it long enough and he didn't like my body much so he didn't give me much. i thought that you might like this because it's got a shine to it- i know you like shiny things so i will try to buy it up for you- and drive-
  • Eleanor
    Standing room- I'm-a-put my legs to use. omnibus-all of us- were standing there in two's and three's. two- three
  • Beets Untitled
    Beets bleed and tables have legs- i boiled up a feast and the table it ran away a bloody mess. i need to stop singing in code- to start ringing true only because true rings only. keep away from me- i am full of terrible things. elbows- elbows and knee-pads- can you believe that- that i still need them? scissors in window-boxes- i buried three pairs- can you see how hard it is? keep away from me- i am full of terrible things. my lazy shape is armed in dirty clothes- my arms are worn and scarred with beauty marks- so they can tell my lazy shape apart from other shapes with hearts and human parts.beware- where i am is where the channels run bare- the canals run bare. and there's much to be scared from- that didn't wash up til everything dried up. keep away from me- i am full of terrible things- but if you love the terrible- then please be near to me.
  • Mammals
    The sunlight, it lit up the place, it stole my golden night away. You were right, you said it right to my face, it wasn't the time, it wasn't the place to say anything. Jerking knees and electricity, I can feel your heartbeat through dirty sheets, we dirtied up with our dirty feet, from walking barefoot on the street. Take me out to the Southern State, dry my cheeks off please and speak softly to me. Weeks later, I said "I'm still feeling bruised." I'd wager you're feeling the same way that I do, I do, I do. It's true, it's true, a noticeable wound, where my hands were untied it was because of you, when it's healed then I'll be, when it's healed then I'll be too. Jerking knees and electricity...
  • Amphibian
    The salt and the swill, it builds bridges around me. And as for the villains, it burns up holes in the soles of all the dirty feet, yeah, burn 'em up to smithereens. The water is stained with oranges and greens, mosquito planes and prehistoric submarines, all in smithereens. They were battered by the bruisers of the neighborhood, the neighborhood, they try to break the shells. Oh, the neighborhood, the neighborhood, they try to break the shells. And we'll do seining amongst the krill and all the killies, while entertaining thoughts of fishing me out. But I am amphibian, oh what a lucky state to be in, when you try to push me in, or pull me out to dry up on the shore. 2 oxygen, 2 hydrogen 1 oxygen, oh H20, oh 02, I breathe both without you. H20, oh O2, I breathe both without you.
  • Holy Ghost!
    Oh dear lord, oh dear lord, I can feel your claws upon me, scratching sweetly, scratching sweetly, in the middle of the night. My father is so tired, he can feel your weight upon him, crushing gently, sweetly nightly from his house upon the sea. Make it alright...

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