RETURN TO THE VIOLENCE OF THE OCEAN FLOOR

One, two, three, four, five.

I've got a spirit
Made out of sand
Sometimes it slips through my fingers
Back onto the beach
In some kind of lust
To return to the violence of the ocean floor

So I kneel down
And gather it up
Grain by grain
I have to keep it safe
I still have some things to say:

You should have been a writer, you should have played guitar,
But those kids keep coming down the fucking hill
You should have been a writer, you should have played guitar,
But your face looks like a statue in the dark
Like a candle that is held up to a mirror
Or the terrible glimpse of a shark
Within your idiot heart

I heard you hate it all just based on your principles now

So I kneel down
Down into your burning sand, singing
One, we got the spirit, two, we got the music
Three, we got the past and four, we got the future
And five, we got some kind of lust
To return to the violence of the ocean floor

WHALE SONG (Song Instead of a Kiss)

If I were you and you were me
You could see it's more than just a whale song
More than random flowers bursting from my mouth
More than shit whispered into the crook of my arm

And not unlike the the murmurings coming from caves
With their mouths against the sea
I am the singer at the bottom of the well
Or I am one of many bathing beauties

And all along the beach
You can hear it getting whispered down the line
"Song instead of a kiss, baby, this is a song instead of a kiss."

And is that the saddest thing to know?
No, it's not the saddest thing to know.

I could see you've made a garden
From the flowers growing out of my remains
And I would say it's not the way I would have had them
But I would also say that it will work just the same

"Here we see the shovel, here the hanging vine
Here is where the heart was, here we see the spine
Here is where he'll sing, and here is where you'll stand
Here we see the path from where your other lovers ran
Here we see the pond - It's where the whale will stay
Wondering what happened to freedom, and grace
There will be a whole entire garden at the end of this
There will be a song, instead of a kiss"

FAST PETER

So, Peter loves a girl
The way that only Peter does
He told me all about it on the balcony
When we were high on drugs

Peter said the girl
Would never say that she was sorry
And that was partly why he held her
Up to the heart's perfect light

But she lives so far away!
They only talk on their computers
And Peter said he wants to stay
A good guy in the world

So, Peter's leaving town
Who even does that anymore?
He's gonna go find the one
Who sings for him

"Won't you win the race for me?"

She's the one,
The one that he thinks of when he thinks of love

SHIT-HAWK IN THE SNOW

Watching seagulls in the blizzard
Makes me see how much I miss her
Makes me wish for ignorant bliss
But I still know where my home is
Not unlike a shit-hawk in the snow

Engorged on portions of light
Smoking cigarettes like it's 2003
You watch her wipe the plate clean
And you see that the plate is the sea
As she lay down the mountain

And it will hypnotize you

Until the sacrificial animal
That you fashioned out of clay
As an offering that she may carry you home
Gives up its details to the dusk
And looks like any other rock
Accepting crow feathers from the night

And it will hypnotize you

LOOSE HEART = LOOSE PLAN

Talking Heads make me miss my friends
I'd like to see that face again
I'd like to dance with this drink with the little umbrella in my hand
A loose heart makes a loose plan

Everything is because of the wind
The way your clothes travel up your skin
But I was busy watching all the other runner's eyes

Everything is fleeting, baby
Even the sadness that the late summer gave me
Our dreamy memories of the 1980s
First we sing falsetto, and then we sing lazy
You wanna sing like me?
You wanna sing like me?
Meet me under the bridge where I like to sleep
You said "Come on, let's kill individual will."
But your voice was very shrill

Talking Heads make me miss my friends
I'd like to see that face again
You said yourself it's getting out of hand
But a loose heart makes a loose plan

So I did a little dance in the hospital lobby
Singing, "Leave the revolution to the revolutionaries!"
You said "Come on, let's kill individual will!"
I said "I will. I will. Oh I really, really will."