Song that makes birds fall (Autumn 2006)

6:30 sun lays on your pillow
and tumbles down your golden streaks
breath is a rush that sends birds falling
I kiss you on the ear and cheek

the coffee burns, we’re late again,
dishes are loaded in the sink,
I pack your lunch with just enough rice,
please kiss me before we leave

if I forgot to say I miss you, I’m sorry
if I don’t say it enough, I love you
it’s hard to find our way in a snowstorm
so please don’t lose my hand

Worries???DON”T WORRY! (Ifraim's piss song) (March/April 2007)

Your eyebrow is looking a little timid,
what happened?
were you peaking behind that secret wall again?
you can’t see into your future,
but you can scare yourself
into a fast grave with that morbid curiosity,
so which door do you choose?
not to know will save you a spring of tears
and the end result will hurt either way,

you’ve got so many worries,
now I’ve got so many worries,
so let’s take all our worries
to the county fair and rig them to the ring toss,
and give away fractions of our unsettled minds
to people like us with stupid hope in carnival games,

I wish I had better advice,
but when things look this bad
my best ideas are about ending one problem at a time,
before I can peek around the next bend,
yeah, it’s all the same river,
so I’m gonna hit the same rocks eyes open or not,

oh no it’s a waterfall!
(interlude)

shit I wish I could say I saw that coming,
not that I’d do things differently,
it’s just comforting to say in times of pain,
and since I’m sad
I’m gonna go right back to ripping you off,
and end things right here… If I were gone tomorrow would you be sad?
I’ve got so many worries,
and you’re now got too many worries,
so let’s take all our worries,
fill them with water and throw them off overpasses
at the stupid cars underneath,

or urinate in the lemonade
and sell it to all the kids on the street
cause they like the way it tastes,
they say “man this is sweet”,
but they don’t know it’s full of restlessness,
full of my piss, but most of all, full of my anxiety

We are all cannibals (August 2007)

You want what you can't have and you'll kill to get it,
but you won't get it,
you'll take what you can get, but it won't make a dent,
no not in your mammoth belly,

and you'll give, and you'll give,
and you'll give yourself a heart attack,
but no one's clapping,
and you'll blow, and you'll blow,
and you'll blow yourself lung cancer,
but no one saw,
cause they're all stuck on staged reality,

don't worry,
you're still young,
and you'll learn to swallow that rage with beer,
trust me I've been there before
and I've brought back unbearded wisdom for you:
just quit

so where’s there left for a guy like me
to sleep without radiation seeping into his brain
so where’s there left for a guy like me
to look at a mountain without a radio tower atop
so where’s there left for a guy like me
to breathe without inhaling poison
we're building on the moon when we've got a perfect home right here,
we're building on the moon when we've got a perfect home right here,
we're building on the moon when we've got a perfect home right here

you're killing yourself, you're killing yourself, you're killing yourself,
for nothing, for nothing, for nothing

Let's Burn All the Buildings in Town (Summer 2007)

let’s burn all the buildings around,
they came uninvited to our town,
all tall and heighty, looking grand and mighty
at our little huts on the ground
let’s pretend like we are French,
rip ‘em up brick by brick,
and bring the Sears monster down

let’s burn all the buildings in town
after that throw all cars on the mound,
we can’t have them running, humming, and buzzing,
though we’re slow on foot we’ll go,
even cycles and trucks have got too much buck for us
let’s burn all the cars and towers in town,

let’s burn all the TVs, computers, cell phones
and machines that make funny sounds,
they ain’t doing me no service
just make me kinda nervous,
and want to hide in a hole underground
I could use my time better,
maybe knit me a sweater,
besides I’ve found more uses in my flyswatter,
let’s take all of gadgets, and autos, and flats
and make them a sacrifice to our city,
let’s burn all the progress in town

Let's Be Monkeys (August 2007)

If I had a dollar would you kiss me?
Cause it's been too damn long
And I'm running short of options
If I had an anchor would you sink me?
Tie the rope to your ankle
And we'd both go down together
I'm dying for your look,
And I might start kicking things
Just to get your attention

The penis and testicles aren't so subtle
They hang right out like rabbit ears
And shout what they're thinking
My ways of communicating aren't so gentle
But if you teach me how to whistle,
I'll get into you like a tune

I'll be your peacock (whistling)
and cool you with emeralds in the summer
I'll be you cheetah (growling)
And chase you across the Savannah
I'll be your Alpha (monkey hooting)
And fight for you
I'm dying for your look,
And I might start kicking things
Just to get your attention

Screaming from a Mountain (September 2007)

What will we do when it gets cold
and if its gets tough
will you give me something to hold
like your shoulder?

I may be a man but there’s plenty I don’t understand
like how to get you to kiss me,
oh won’t you kiss me?
oh won’t you kiss me?
oh won’t you kiss me, kiss me, kiss me,
I don’t know how but I got the lips,
and you got the shoulders
and you’re a bit bolder at these things anyway
so please give me a way

If I get the balls and come on too strong
will you get scared and run away to the mall
leave your me alonely?
cause they may have all of what you need
but in all that glass there’s no air to breathe
nor a bell to ring you
oh can I ring you?
oh can I ring you?
oh can I ring you, ring you, ring you, ring you,
I don’t know how but I’ve got the lips
and you’ve got muscles so please give
me the boldness to ring you
oh let me ring you

jam
even if you say no to this dance
I’ll sit outside on the bench next to your heart
until the wax parts
and you can hear my grooven tune for sure

so where will you go where will you go
this life’s got little to offer to those without love
or at least a shoulder, and I’ve got a shoulder
if you’ll be a bit bolder, at least I think you are
I’m coming to ring you,
so won’t you kiss me,
kiss me, kiss me,
I’m coming to ring you,
so won’t you kiss me…

I want to run on the hillsides (part 2: escaping in small shoes) (Fall 2007)

you were standing in puddles
praying on eons to melt you
and I was yelling at clouds to disperse
holding my breath until I burst,

“who’s the sorrier fool” I ask,
“your feet or my winds?”
and you chesirely tap-danced,
up the avenue and into my head

don’t go make yourself a shadow
and take your hand away
cause I’m holding soft and supple
breathing in my fingertips

so let’s escape you declare,
run, run, run, run, run!
but I can’t, I’ve got too much to hope for,
isn’t that how they always get you,
tripping you on your gullibility,
and make you believe your car is necessary

who’s gonna hold down the fort?
we can’t all just be dreamers,
splash in puddles at another’s cost,
are you going to skip on the bill
and leave us on a rainy day?

I guess the lesson we all have learned here,
is not to go to extremes,
cause the world is made of different people,
and we all have different dreams