Chalk Pit.
Chalk another up to the disbelieversI’ve got no time for statisticsor numberswith the rapists and redrums and the duldrums being dulled downby prison guards, prison wards, lasers, tasers, drugs and
Bulldozer.
Oh those men they frighten mewith their talk of cars and gunsand I was hoping you might comfort mewith sense and eyes and skin breathing is the momentit’s the moment
bRIDGE.
I broke my baby’s back todaywith a mother and a father and a Loverthat I’d thrown awaystanding tall and proudwith my knee upon her spine I got gas for a
Bearclaw’s Mule.
this city is built on the ashes of ratsyou can grind them underfoot if you wishthanks for the warning but I think I’ll stayI sit back and sprawl and stare
Baliset.
Written for the “sandstorm Love affair songwriters’ challenge at the Java Mammas open mic. I’m headed for the rocks againSilent all the wayOh to go my mother’s wayScreaming all the
Asparagus.
The Wooden Mouse King he surrenderedwith dawn’s early morning lighthis forces were surroundedhe’d been houndedhe had been hounded through the night dust bunnies dropped their armourI think I must’ve dropped
Ask For Me.
If you go down to the bar, looking for a love song,They tell you I’m the one you need to see.So, come here to my corner, pop a quarter in
Asher’s Prayer.
What a funny kind of heartbreakit begins with hello my shoulder is tight from the weatherand the reading of your letterand the failings of my mouth you know I had
Argonauts.
“Try the green oneit’s been guaranteedTo sway your head the way you want it to I know you’re tiredOf fighting this fightPut it down nowLet it sleep” So nice to
Allergy.
All this scratchinghas been getting me nowherethick skin etchinggetting me high thick skin blistersand the blisters bledno-one’s listeningso no-one is fed up finger finds purchaseand the paw’s got to digtunnel