The trees lit from below looked like the face of those telling ghost stories.
This one talks about the big bang
Those clustered over there talk Manhattan in a good even tone
We'll content ourselves on ham and cheese,
sit in silence and agree with the breeze.
No More
On The Beach
Now I Know
No More
Lose Your Love
Dance For You
Depression
I Get Carried Away
Break Thru
Overlord
Impregnable Question
On The Beach
Like Once-Heated Milk
Police Story
Gimmie, Gimmie, Gimmie
Up In Hudson
Useful Chamber
Gun Has No Trigger
Now I Know
Offspring Are Blank