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
Gun Has No Trigger
Break Thru
Now I Know
Depression
Dance For You
Gimmie, Gimmie, Gimmie
What I See
On The Beach
Obscure Wisdom
Useful Chamber
Overlord
Overlord
Impregnable Question
Lose Your Love
Ponds and Puddles
I Get Carried Away
Motherwhale Song - MWO II Inverness Demo (feat. Björk)
About To Die