Captain John Captain John was a mighty fine fisherman He was married to a hundred foot swell Threw his heart right into the ocean When he ran out of buckets to fill Chase the sun right into the darkness Put the moon back into your eyes Im comin to see you in prison Where you pay for your terrible lies Tie the rope and set up the gallows Cause this throat has lead many to death Will you watch me drown in the shallows As you fill up your pockets with breath Captain John, he lay down on the sea floor Sleeping in an old oyster shell He has dreams of sailing through heaven But he wakes up still drowning in hell.

Pale I found Saturday Green and alive Underneath the bed I knew blue was true By the gleam in her eye Before she shot me dead Oh night walks With a fire in her heart Floating like souls Getting stuck in the trees And I keep walking backwards through traffic At a steady 98.6 degrees Send me a postcard From your perfect place Id like to be paper that touches your face I found Autumn Saddened but true Alone at the kitchen table One of those types Who play with sharp blades And cold ice And smiles with her eyes, telling fables

Love Song For Nancy All this life Just takes away All we can do Is love love Love Take my hand As I slip away And tell to me What pain tells to the drug All this time That seeps and evades Sticks to all my cells Like a cancer with no cure I mean this as a loss From the bottom of my heart Where life falls out And tumbles to the dirt All this life It fades away Leaving with the empty morning Wasted on the day Take my hand As I slip away And say to me What you could never say All this life Falls into play And moments just fall to the ground Like rain

Headstone Im laughing with Maroon June In a scarlet garden Shes smoking cigarettes And Im starving In full view of the moon She takes her face off And hands it to the sky While Im flying high Above a sandy blond summer rainfall With both my eyeballs And my elbows She knows Both our hearts are buried together Back there where yesterday resides In an early graveyard On a curling vine

Static People sound like commercials in bars News feed for the rank stereo My beer tastes like a cold ghost And it hurts to try and think straight You look at me with a knowing glare That says you dont belong here And only that I belong, somewhere

Downward Mode Its a hard-earned gaze When you stare at those long stars And the world goes spinning on by Its hard to talk With my head in my hands And my hands in my mouth No I dont want to talk about politics And I dont want to talk about life Ill just sit here And drown in beer Alone on a Saturday night You dont even know Because I wont tell you Im drifting away from myself Without my love Id certainly end up Just a picture on somebodys shelf Just some reminder we used to be young And I dont want to talk about memories I can barely remember my name I just want to live, and if I have to, die Just to see at least what was gained Just to see if you were listening in

Heroes For Dinner I wasnt hungry But I had hunger I knew of a thirst, trembling Quaking in my center It was time But it wasnt time I was lost in the kitchen of my senses Paralyzed in front of the refrigerator Asking if time had Any meaning for me to find its fruit Maybe in the crisper Or in a basket on the counter Sniffing beneath the table For a world in need of a kitchen mouse Living fat off the cupboards I wasnt hungry But there was hunger A ravenous desire to feed those in need And in turn Illve had my fill Lets just have heroes for dinner I said, quietly glancing at the clock.