Harold walks down any street of this town
both crier and witness the sun drops clouds shift
his legs twitch
the clocks chime on cafes, pharmacies, and dime stores, in bar rooms he stils all alone erupting.
in his head its like the weather
back and forth its like the weather
when it rains it pours down
Weatherman, do you feel?
Is it stormy inside of your veins?
Donkeys
Donkeys
Hymns For The Heathen
Hymns For The Heathen
Bad Sects
Bad Sects
Mothership, Mothership, Do You Read Me?
Mothership, Mothership, Do You Read Me?
Excerpts From Various Notes Strewn ...
Excerpts From Various Notes Strewn ...
The Recluse
The Recluse
Excerpts From Random Notes
Excerpts From Random Notes
Icebreakers
Icebreakers
Fairytales Tell Tales
Fairytales Tell Tales
Ceilings Crack
Ceilings Crack