I sit on the ridge at dusk,
as the light leaves the valley by rising.
Trees, fingers clutch at it,
vaguely sifting the light and dying.
So bleed sarcophagi romantically--
re-bleed with dignifying re-constructive make-up.
No More
Now I Know
On The Beach
No More
Dance For You
Lose Your Love
Depression
Break Thru
Overlord
Now I Know
I Get Carried Away
Overlord
Impregnable Question
Police Story
Depression
Useful Chamber
Gimmie, Gimmie, Gimmie
Gun Has No Trigger
What I See
Six Pack