Without a sound
My old hound sleeps in the ground
Under the house
Under the town
An arrow is loud
Shivered and stuck in the mouth
And my heart's an apple - red, round - and you shot it out!
You shot it out!
And what do the shot dream about?
A millpond?
A stillborn?
A house?
Where everything sings out?
Would You?
Up With The Birds
The Morning
Up With The Birds
Would You
The Shoulders And Bends
Would You?
Making A Fire
The Time it Takes
I Worry Very Well
Waiting All Night For You To Come Home
Under The Town
Making A Fire
If We Go Easy
On Longing
Damn That New Body
We're Good People But Why Don't We Show It?
Only A Rake
Don't Be Howling
Warm Jets