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