Old Rock

There's a grey transparence in this city,. when it's slightly misty. And no one can run,. 'cause they spent all of. their money on alcohol n junk.. Like you did, little man sat in the corner,.

Out There

You shook my hand, rather leery,. And I imagine that you found me cold.. I knew your taste for the eerie.. You knew of course,. That everyone had told me you were out there..

Off-the-grid Girl

OFF-THE-GRID GIRL. Music, Eddie Arkin/Lyrics, Lorraine Feather. . He packed his bags in Bellingham,. Took the water taxi to where I am.. Wed lie by the brook; his yellow dog,.

Our Lady Of Fatima

On This Moment

I used to be awake at midnight,. Wondering why is this happening to me,. So I'd walk around,. Thinking to myself,. Is this really happening,. Why is this happening to me..