Sad that we have to grow old,
With catalogue stuff from the phone,
Living off songs that we wrote.
Sad that imagination it fades,
Because everyone must get paid,
So that catalogue stuff can get made.
River
Island
River
So It Goes...
Shoes
Italy
Love, Love, Love (Everyone)
Light Emerges
Love Is Simple
How Do I Know
Love And Space
Part Of Corey
Dylan Part II
Don't Be Afraid, You're Already Dead
Suchmess
Moment
Suchness
Tricorder
Ed Is A Portal
River