Pants on Fire
(Lyrics: Mike)

Give the whistle thing back to me
Give the whistle thing back
To my burning hand

I'll say yeah you lied
I'll say yeah you tried
I'll say yeah you lied
I'll say yeah
Think you got a corner on truth
I say you lied

You can meet me at the field at six
You can meet me at the field
At seven eight or nine

You can meet me at the hill at ten
You can meet me at the hill
At ten or midnight

Deserter
(Lyrics: Mike)

Was a transplant in these long, tall canyons
Bricks and mortar, back and front, made his home
Heard the crash one day, the walls came tumbling
Got his crusade on, and bought a wartime song

Know you seen a lot a dozen blocks away
Know you heard the crash, the dust cloud coated your face
Took retaliation way too far off base
Took your desperation way too far

Felt the danger in his heart, like a living man
Took his bride, and signed his name on the line
Now he's living 'cross the river in a paper shack
Passing matches to the pyromaniacs

Know you seen a lot a dozen blocks away
Know saw it crash and felt the dust on your face
Took retaliation way too far off base
Took what's dim and thug and gave it substance

Gone away, gone away, gone away

Ain't no libertine, he's gone to the other side
Has a system, works it out all alone
Renegotiates the hills on the other side
Wonders when his friends will look him in the eye

Know you seen a lot, it's disillusioning
Know you saw it crash, and wiped the fear off your face
Took retaliation way too far off base
Took your desperation way too far

Gone away, gone away, gone away
Gone away, gone away, gone away

Andale Mono
(Lyrics: Sandy)

She eats, she sleeps, she walks, she talks
The monkey makes a print or two
She knocks a couple back and cocks her head
to take a look at you

le ocean of happiness
la mer, la mére, la verité - amo, mi cabrio
el mono sabe que está bien chévere

Let's pretend that Art is dead
Let's play the game that hurts my head
Jerk that Theory back and forth
till you prove that nothing moves you

le ocean of happiness
la mer, la mére, la verité - amo, mi cabrio
el mono sabe que está bien chévere

We travelled to Madrid, then to Figuéras
and on to Barcelona
When the planes were stopped,
ours was in the air, just hanging over…

le ocean of happiness
la mer, la mére, la verité - amo, mi cabrio
el mono sabe que está bien chévere

You, Quentin
(Lyrics: Mike)

He
You're on the fence and you know it
Bringing me down, all this waiting
Gotta give something I can work with
Ain't you had 'nough of this sinning

Why don't you say what you want now
Drilling the nerve, when I meet you
Making me beg not to want you
Promise the words, that I'd steal you
Irate.  I'll wait.

She
I know it's serial and bad
It's now my next choice to the last

He
Hazarding all in this hand now
Doing the math makes me dizzy
Count up the years, and the decades
Calling the bet in a hurricane
I'll wait.  Irate.

She
I'm finding needles in the trash
Can find the strength if you stand fast
I've said it once, you're now my last.

Castle the Queen
(Lyrics: Anne)

the knot in my chest is getting tighter
with every margin i cross over
my fragile sanity is slipping away
time to surrender to another day

i surrender i surrender i can't follow
i surrender i surrender i can't follow

the lump in my throat is getting tougher
making it harder to recover
shrinking territory i'm defending
a losing battle that's never ending

i surrender i surrender i can't follow
i surrender i surrender i can't follow

we count the wounded and it's getting higher
with every body we trip over
the creeping losses are passing the gains
caught as a prisoner of my own chains

i surrender i surrender i can't follow
i surrender i surrender i can't follow

Cactus Flower
(Lyrics: Mike)

Don't know why he's a healthy man
Low on time, he's not a wealthy man

He's got a weight on the back of his neck
A liquid, a coven, a burning cabal
A simple lesson learned
In the back of the bus of it all
Just can't escape his burden
He drowns in his own Bacchanal
He loves the vicious way

Right on time, she's a spire in sand
Make a try with a card in hand

She's pulling time in a sun-filled atrium
Where she's got the run of it all
He makes a brief appearance
No commitment at all
It's all a vacant promise
He can't find the time at all
She loves him anyway

You know there's a mind burns bright yeah
I know that the fire's allright
A brick's coming through your window
Climb through to the other side

Don't know why he's a healthy man
Roll on time, he's a wealthy man

In the house, it's a color-filled factory, yeah
A hive-nest, with life on the wall
He carves his own existence
A record, to capture it all
The sum of history
In her face, the font of it all
He gives himself away

You know there's a mind burns bright yeah
I know that the fire's allright
A brick's coming through your window
Climb through to the other side

Deep Space
(Lyrics: Sandy)

I can't remember the prelude
It's been years since you bored in
Your presence went uncontested,
pleasantly interfering…
(with my heart)

You take me in from the inside
Fill-trigger a kill-switch
Your upside went down
and now light-speed is sucking you out…
through my skin, catch my breath

this symbiosis
feed on the host
become the host

you take me in from the inside
you take me in from the outside

Exit the host
a chemical disengagement
while you're hatching a plan
to take me in from the outside

A radio wave comes in
The universe now expanding
Someday to be closing in
But someday is light years away…

you take me in from the outside
you take me in from the outside
you take me in from the outside

Nothin' in the Purse (you're so money)
(Lyrics: Mike/Sandy)

If you don't know
how it works by now,
you don't wanna know,
and that's how
they get you down

She's got a checkbook
there's no money underneath
It's all paper, it's all paper yeah

She's got a bank account
there's no money underneath
It's all paper, it's all paper yeah

She's got a pink slip
there's no money underneath
It's all paper, it's all paper yeah

I see a light, I see a light

Mr. Deadle
(Lyrics: Mike)

Met his father on the street
Said, I've got to be a man somehow
Got a laugh, told a joke, lit a smoke
Said, I'm all run out
He wasn't working.  Not right now

Said, now can't I get a job
'Gainst the richer man who's got a stake
Bloodless system, clean him out, all alone
And put a thief to rest.
He felt all through with due process. 

He's got a broken mojo, all run out
An empty talisman, it's all run out.
Mr. Deadle, he carries a gun.

When he lurked into the house
Smelling filthy lucre all around
What he smelled, it wasn't green, but a man
On the other side of the door
With a clip full loaded.  Due process.

He's got a broken mojo, all run out
An empty talisman, it's all run out.
Mr. Deadle, he carries a gun.

Motorlegs
(Lyrics: Mike/Sandy)

You know we got a load in the back
You know we got it all

Motorlegs is moving the pack
You know she's moving it

Daddy come home

Pushing at the back of the pack
You know it's motorlegs

Daddy come home