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
On The Beach
Now I Know
No More
Lose Your Love
Dance For You
Depression
Overlord
Break Thru
Now I Know
I Get Carried Away
What I See
Overlord
Impregnable Question
Six Pack
Depression
Useful Chamber
Gimmie, Gimmie, Gimmie
Gun Has No Trigger
Police Story