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
No More
On The Beach
Now I Know
Gun Has No Trigger
Break Thru
Dance For You
Depression
Gimmie, Gimmie, Gimmie
Whale Watcher Song - MWO III Inverness Demo (feat. Björk)
Obscure Wisdom
Knotty Pine
Overlord
Fluorescent Half Dome
Overlord
Lose Your Love
Impregnable Question
What I See
Ponds and Puddles
Six Pack