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
Now I Know
No More
On The Beach
Up In Hudson
Lose Your Love
Like Once-Heated Milk
Dance For You
Depression
On The Beach
I Get Carried Away
Her Freezings And Thawings
Break Thru
Overlord
Gimmie, Gimmie, Gimmie
Impregnable Question
Police Story
Now I Know
Useful Chamber
Overlord