1959
Listen to my story Got two tales to tell One of fallen


25th Floor and High On Rebellion
We explore the men's room. We don't give a shit. Ladies' lost


About A Boy
Toward another he has gone to breathe an air beyond his own


Babelogue
I haven't fucked much with the past, but I've fucked plenty with

Because The Night
Take me now baby here as I am Pull me close


Beneath The Southern Cross
Oh to be not anyone gone this maze of being skin oh


Birdland
His father died and left him a little farm in New


Break It Up
Car stopped in a clearing, Ribbon of life, it was nearing.