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released March 1, 2005

Recorded with Thomas Vanderbrook at Tonehaus Studios.

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Track Name: Room 304
Room 304

my song begins here in a cheap hotel room
my love and i waking up bathed in the light
that comes from the courtyard filled with the sounds
escaping through windows in everyone’s lives

we’re wind in the trees
this afternoon we leave
an hour at the beach
a hundred city streets
we’re wind in the waves
we have to go today
we’re running to the gate
hurry up we’re late!

the snoring and spitting the wind and the water
the silhouette’s dark and the teenage girl’s light
i am the foreigner, the insatiable voyeur
hooked on the sounds, imagining lives

we’re wind in the trees
this afternoon we leave
an hour at the beach
a hundred city streets
we’re wind in the waves
we have to go today
we’re running to the gate
hurry up we’re late!

someone is hammering, a radio is playing
an old lady’s rasp, a little boy’s whine
the clink of the plates, the echoes like mirrors
it’s all of our lives and we are the spies

we’re wind in the trees
this afternoon we leave
an hour at the beach
a hundred city streets
we’re wind in the waves
we have to go today
we’re running to the gate
hurry up we’re late!

my song ends as ecstatic cries from my lover
mix with the cries of a baby outside
distracted by harmony born in the courtyard
my love and i stop for a moment and smile

we’re wind in the trees
this afternoon we leave
an hour at the beach
a hundred city streets
we’re wind in the waves
we have to go today
we’re running to the gate
hurry up we’re late!
Track Name: Aphrodisiac
after a day avoiding and evading
i went down to the tracks and received my training
life is long, love is worth waiting
because love, she moved out of her place down on manchaca
so i lost myself recording and computing
drinking away my lusting and brooding
defending myself from my self-deluding
love, love, when you gonna come back?
my love is the greatest aphrodisiac

after a call, an awful connection
a fragile thing needed protection
hold on to your hope, let go of perfection
because love, far off love’ll bring a man’s blues back
i found the big me by her wounded skin
now i’m paralyzed with sweet indecision
but in the crippling heat of this drought i have vision
vision of love, wet love, the dry texas land cracks
but my love is the greatest aphrodisiac

i dream and dream till i conjure you
you’re right there on the tip of my tongue
i just want to spread the good news
you are the only one, the only one…

i lay myself down on this naked page
there’s still so many things too close to my heart to say
alone at night when i give myself away
i think love, love, i need my muse back
cause my love is the greatest aphrodisiac
Track Name: For Your Lover
half of all the waiters, a tenth of all the saints
my baby likes tomatoes, i like finger paints
a hobby is good and everyone should
be taking photographs or working with wood

drove to the corner, slipped past a cop
drop me an anvil when you get to the top
built in ‘63, sold in tennessee
by a guy with a hair-lip clever as can be

figure it out, add it all up, for your lover

there’s siblings in the white house, uncles on tv
i’ve landed in the hoosegow for spreading disease
a million in chips, a nice pair of lips
ringside seats at the fight, a suite for the night

down on alameda where the beehive buzz
you don’t ever need a leader everyone call you cuz
break out your ax, my friend can play sax
i try to sing to straight but my voice always cracks

figure it out, add it all up, for your lover

days go by, never knew needed, some say i
sitting here wishing you well
so fucking hard to say when you deal with such shit everyday

someone’s in the backyard, standing in the rain
i played the wild card then i hopped the next train
i gave it to jane, she gave it to wayne
now he’s got a high fever and going insane

radio is broken my peanut is numb
i lost my subway token and i feel like a bum
telephone rings somebody sings
they treated us like dirt and now they treat us like kings

figure it out, add it all up, for your lover
Track Name: Road To Monterrey
every god damn day is like the road to monterrey
it’s your holiday and your still trying to get away

mist on the mountain
breathtaking height
don’t look to the right
it drops out of sight
the rental’s a rattle
the highway’s a snake
your foot’s on the break

every god damn day is like the road to monterrey
it’s your holiday and your still trying to get away

middle of nowhere
two narrow lanes
down come the rains
there’s no wiper blades
it turns into night
some blind with their brights
some stop without lights

checkpoint kid’s got guns
your hope to hell he don’t search you for drugs
can’t make out what he wants
your cowboy’s cap, screw that!

every god damn day is like the road to monterrey
it’s your holiday and your still trying to get away

here comes a tractor trailer
another in your mirror
there’s no kind of shoulder
no place to get over
just plastic flowers laid
by all the roadside graves
so many close shaves

the cop’s a crooked bum
your taillight’s out, he thinks he can get some
but you know to play dumb
that lazy jerk hates paperwork!
Track Name: Walkin With You
when you go walkin down on the drag
cause you feel cooped up in your little place
and need space, feelin unclean
and everybody looks like they stepped out a magazine
let me go walkin with you

when you go dancin down along 6th
don’t want to be home alone saturday night
it’s alright, feeling depressed
end up at the bar feeling like an uninvited guest
let me go dancin with you

we’ll just make fun of the world
laugh at how everything is so stupid

and when i go drinkin down at the ritz
cause i need a little time away from myself
for my health, feelin a funk
not feelin right to get happily drunk
let me go drinkin with you

we’ll just make fun of the world
laugh at how everything is so stupid

so when i go drinkin
and when you go dancin
let me go drinkin with you
let me go dancin with you
let me go walkin with you
Track Name: Love'll Overcome
you can beat it up, you can knock it down
tell it who’s who, leave it lying on the ground
and you may think you’ve got it beat
but your attack has been your retreat

talking bout love in plain-clothed disguise
you may not see it but it’s walking by
love, bright as the noonday sun
rising out of darkness every dawn
love’ll overcome

you starve it and take its bread
but you’ll end up hungry and it’ll be fed
you can steal from it out of contempt
but you’ll need more and more as it grows ever content

love in plain-clothed disguise
you may not see it but it’s walking by
love, bright as the noonday sun
rising out of darkness every dawn
love’ll overcome

you’ll see it, you’ll get a glimpse
in someone you see on the street but haven’t seen since
you’ll find it in someone you know
and from that moment friend, it cannot but grow

love in plain-clothed disguise
you may not see it but it’s walking by
love, bright as the noonday sun
burning in the darkness bright and strong
love’ll overcome
Track Name: Mystical Experience #115
and i don’t know why it happened
i woke just before dawn
my eyes just opened up
to the infinite pale blue calm
i stared into the ceiling
nothing came to mind
but a soberness like steel
a waiting-for-to-find

there’s a knock, knock, knock on the door
by the time i answer, they’re not there anymore

i wondered at the presence
nothing did respond
my clock in was a’ticking
but time made not a sound
i put my hands behind my head
and looked closer above
i caught the room a’brightening
slower than i thought it could

there’s a ring, ring, ring on the phone
by the time i answer, i just get the dial-tone
there’s a knock, knock, knock on the door
by the time i answer, they’re not there anymore

a car went by below
in a sound like scraping ice
then the blue was gone
and left only clear white
a bus it idled by
the shop below unlocked its door
my thoughts filled with the day ahead
and rest it was no more
Track Name: Jesus Rode A Bike
i’m just a little noise with my grumblin achin belly
tryin to get me a job watchin the tele
but the man on the scale is askin me questions
and my hands are in my pockets looking for suggestions

i’m wheelin dealin, i’m jumpin on the bed
punchin holes in the ceilin with my hard hard head
little ones gather at my trampoline
to ask me how i made it past seventeen

what kind of car would jesus drive?
what kind of car would jesus drive?
sometimes it feels like i’m wastin all my precious time
trying to figure out what kind of car would jesus drive

waitin by the phone for my wagon to go by
but nobody’s home to give me a ride
i get nothing but static upon my screen
and the lines are jammed up with answering machines

lookin for my soul-mate, starin at my shoes
just remindin me that noah gathered everything in twos
tryin to park my satellite someplace
i keep tellin my baby that i need my space

would galileo have listened to the rolling stones?
would galileo listen to the rolling stones?
or would he have preferred the ramones?
would galileo have listened to the rolling stones?

i’m wastin all my precious time
wastin all my precious time
but it’s never been as sacred or sublime
to sit around and waste all my precious time

now it’s ready set loaf! man it’s already noon
didn’t expect the day to begin so soon
gotta copywrite my heart so noone can steal it
and broadcast it out so everyone can feel it

now i’m back on my feet, back in the saddle
got my high heel cleats and my ping-pong paddle
got some equations, burned my brass knuckles
buttoned up my lips with the fancy buckles

would shakespeare have drunk so much beer lastnight?
would shakespeare have drunk so much beer lastnight?
and gotten in such a stupid fight?
would shakespeare have drunk so much beer lastnight?

i’m wastin all my precious time
wastin all my precious time
but it’s never been as sacred or sublime
to sit around and waste all my precious time
Track Name: Sleep
in the corner of the kitchen i stand
a cup of sleepytime tea in my hand
it’s two fifty-five am
woke up an hour ago can’t get to sleep again

keep thinkin bout jenny and me
keep wonderin why it is she thought we were meant to be
keep wonderin why i couldn’t see
why for seven nights straight all i do is watch tv

i think i’m sick
my eyes hurt
i’m too alert

i can’t sleep, i can’t eat
all i can be is who she sees
i wanna sleep and barely be
turn out the light inside my mind

well not much makes me happy anymore
i think about the things that made me happy before
it’s five am at the grocery store
to a muzak version of ‘my cherie amor’

i think i’m sick
my eyes hurt
i’m too alert

i can’t sleep, i can’t eat
all i can be is who she sees
i wanna sleep and barely be
turn out the light inside my mind
sleep and barely be
turn out the light, goodnight
Track Name: Sunday Morn
i was on my way to church one sunday morn
the sun was bright and the weather was warm
winter was over but i needed my coat
the streets were clear and the cars ran slow

there a clown breathed flame and ate the fire
juggled a knife a book and a tire
he called all the children and gave em all toys
sent them back to their parents for coins

i came the poet in a long tattered coat
who sung and chanted every word he spoke
he pointed and pounded his great walking stick
i could hardly get through the crowd was so thick

then i came to a one man band
who’d rigged up strings to every finger on his hand
from a little dance and from a little song
came a chorus or strings and drums and gongs

two girls sat on the side of the street
on a persian rug with cards about their feet
the smallest of bills and they’d shuffle the cards
and give you the blessing of their gods

and a middle aged lady with old misfit clothes
sat on a crate with no song nor show
just the dirt on her face and her inhuman eyes
that begged for the money that they despise

and a short man with a beard and beret
had a saxophone and man could he play
low and slow a horse sort-of cry
you could see sadness in all who passed by

and a freckled gypsy boy with spiky red hair
played a penny whistle high with despair
his two younger brothers played violin
as the mother and father passed round the tin

and when i finally came to church i was late
and had spent my money for the collection plate
tossing all my coins in the cups and hats
so i decided to take the long way back

i walked through the street with old women and men
nodding and greeting now and again
down by the courthouse and past the cops
looking in the windows of all the closed shops

my legs had gone weary and my mind had gone blank
as i made it home along the riverbank
arriving again at my door
having spent sunday morning like so many before