Inc.

Feeler

I'm a great feeler
A medical prize find
Unlimited insight
I know what's better for you
I know what's better
I know what's better

All along the way
You're holding out for days
You're cool 'cuz you complain
There's not a lesson for you

I'm a great feeler
The seminal good son
Equivocal by some
I know what's better for you
I know what's better
I know what's better

Let's get it started


Little Holes

Heart, I will collect your heart
I wouldn’t pass it on
I’d put a staple through the center
And pin it to my cork board wall

Talk, you go ahead and talk
I have no plans to cut you off
I’d wrap your tongue around the satellites
Feed it to the mainframe
Tapes are spinning
Tapes are spinning on and on

All that you can say
When you don’t get dirty
All that you can say
That you wipe wipe wipe away
All that you can say
When you don’t get dirty
All that you can say
When no one is saying
Anything at all, anything at all
It fills you with little holes

Straight, your fingers locked and braced
You need to scrape those
Solid and blacked out, ornery stains
Don’t want to see another
Blemish that you can’t change
Tapes are spinning
Tapes are spinning on and on


Words to Nothing

I lie on the patio
I’m breathing shadows
While the world goes ‘round
And I’m laughing at me
Try to fix my stereo
Cut my fingers
Down to trembling bone
I call you up dying
Why are you so sad
Counting back from
Things you should have had

While you don’t belong
I’m singing on
While you call it off
I’m singing on and on
And making up the words to nothing
While you don’t belong
I’m singing my song

Realizing size and shape
Direct my senses
To connect all threads
From my corpse to my brain
Designed in solid state
Each current victim
To my failing age
I’m pulling back daisies
You’re running off your stage
Slipping under
Flowers you’ve arranged

While you don’t belong
I’m singing on
While you call it off
I’m singing on and on
And making up the words to nothing
While you don’t belong
I’m singing my song

You were never much for looking up to see
What’s been around
You tally all the little falls that complicate
And keep you on the ground

While you don’t belong
I’m singing on
While you call it off
I’m singing on
And on and
Making up the words to nothing
While you don’t belong
I’m singing my song


The Last One

How does it taste
When the last one's saved
The last one's saved
Does it taste any better
Does it taste any better
When the last one's saved
The last one's saved
Does it taste any better
Does it taste any better
When it's gone
How can you repeat what's gone

I'll be subtly amazed
When you take a walk
With an old friend
A hammer and a heart
Held in both hands
Sizing up your prey
Do you give a little warning
With a wink of your eye
Aiming for the back of their heads

Ease into frame
With your best face on
Your best face on
Do you have any other
Do you have any other
Than the one you've got
The one you've got
Do you have any other
Do you have any other
You could share
Mmm I want to see it
When it's there

I'll be counting on a change
In they way you pose
And your language
All the things in line
Making good sense
Holding up your end
Of an itty bitty bargain
That you cut with yourself
Now, mark it down
A win on both sides

You clean your pretty little hands
In the morning
I could be wrong
Maybe there's another side
You can't offer now
Solving the crime


Saline

Under the message
You kept for yourself
Your heart's getting tangled
And pushed to the shelf
Of a bedroom wall
Oh, you're never lying down
And catching up at all

When ownership passes
From one silly thing
To the next polyphonic song
You couldn't sing
There's a crescent moon
So hang on & hang on & hang on
And don't move, don't move

You ride a nice white horse
On your sinking ship
You never hurt no one
With your kung fu grip
You've got a great smile
Each fine muscle
Locked in tight
You to want show some mercy
But all your saline's dry
Your saline's dry

You never work enough
To get yourself ahead
Relying on your
Self appointed cred
Gets you where you go
Hello hello hello hello
You hammered out
A brightly colored plan
Using up those
Little plastic tabs
Though tests are failing
You save self control

Cell towers bending
To catch every phrase
Of a well-crafted dialogue
Shot from the stage
How you've get them now
Hang up, turn it off
You're gonna run it
In the ground, ground

You're a sure fire hero
In children's books
You give them 2-star service
With 5-star looks
Such a clean boy
One cool mission
With deep set eyes
You want to raise your volume
And double up your size
You're double-sized

You never work enough
To get yourself ahead
Relying on your
Self-appointed cred
Takes you where you'll go
Hello hello hello hello
You hammered out
A brightly colored plan
Using up those
Little plastic tabs
Though tests are failing
Save that self control

Weightless

Halfway to Hollywood

Halfway to Hollywood
I’m selling songs
You’re selling your good book
Taking every offer up
Up and down the coast
To Capistrano

Big days and bigger nights
So long so long so long
To “mmm hmm bye” byes
The hand that fits the palm
Is the hand that fits the pocket
Of the players

I want the world loving me
I want to see and be seen
Making us so much better now
Relax and read all your scenes
Say what they want

I-8-0 stretches wide
I’m making time
While your kicking your feet outside
Every single station
Remind us of the town
We just killed

No rest for the wicked ones
We come undone
In every little villa
Now the car smells like your father
From all of the bourbon
You’ve spilled

I want the world loving me
I want to see and be seen
Making us so much better now
Relax and read all your scenes
Say what they want

Walking high inside the restaurant
Take your time to take your seat
Everybody’s pacing you
‘Cause you can never pace yourself
You’ve got what they want
But they’ve got you

If It Bends
 
If it bends, it can break
Metal shakes
Standing at the door
With the meat of your thumb
Pushing one
Waiting to be weightless
 
And the air inside your car
Has been breathed before
And the numbers on the wall
Never light at all
 
Onto the block, heels pop
No traces in the pavement
To show what you’ve done
Hit and run
Going unreported
 
Every interesting stain
You have to pass again
Telling sidewalks to behave
And keep your feet on pace
But they don’t mind
 
And the lucky coin you picked up
From underneath the backdoor stairs
Did you keep it in your pocket
Or is it lost inside your chair
There’s a million separate reasons
For all the shit that you’ve been through
All that you’ve been through
 
And the air inside your car
Has been breathed before
And the numbers on the wall
Never light at all
They don’t shine

Long Play
 
You and me, we’re meant to see
So much more than hole
In the door we were told
Had been broken
No push could open us up
To the outside
 
It’s long enough to be
Buried up to me
In a house that’s half my size
And the phonograph
Is skipping left to right
And the phonograph
Is skipping left to right
 
Honesty like hanging trees
Don’t get used anymore
Keep your shoes to the floor
And your throat clear
Don’t wait around here
For someone
To try you on
 
It’s long enough to be
Tangled up in means
Where the ends don’t seem to tie
And the phonograph
Is skipping left to right
 
It’s long enough to be
Buried up to me
In a house that’s half my size
And the phonograph
Is skipping left to right
And the phonograph
Is skipping left to right

The Cornflakes Song
 
I like to leave the light on
Asleep in my clothes you tried on
You’re taking me on again
You’re taking me on again
 
Sit on the porch when day breaks
With one extra bowl of corn flakes
You’re taking me on again
You’re taking me on again
 
You say you don’t belong here
But I can’t keep from waiting for
The next day to come to come
So I can shout out to everyone
How you never disappeared
You’ve always been living here
 
It’s not over ‘til it’s over
It’s not over ‘til it’s over
And it’s over when I say it is
‘Til I can’t feel your kiss
 
I like to leave the light on
Asleep in my clothes you tried on
You’re taking me on again
You’re taking me on again

I Took a Life
 
One morning
I saw a morning dove outside
Resting on a telephone line
After the rains came
I took my poor aim
And staring down the barrel
Of my b.b. gun
I did what’s done
And now I find
I took a life
 
In circles
I drove in circles around the block
Waiting for my time to pick her up
It went so quickly
I could rest easy
And stepping in the car
She said it all went well
But her face would tell
That’s not quite right
I took a life
 
I took a life
And any purpose I could tell
Still seems unkind
I may not buy it for myself
But there’s a little bit of something
That I never left behind
This is a million times
I took a life

Boulevard
 
Boulevard
Each step cuts half a yard
I sing down the boulevard
Fits and starts
Accelerates then parts
My song is a boulevard
 
Avenue
I want to rush right through
The arms of the avenue
Bathed in blue
No supercell to ruin
My song on the avenue
 
So I walk along the way
Taking on those summer rays
Heating up the skin
That makes my face
I’ve never lost my place
I go down every road
I can weave around
These seams to to get me
Where I want to settle in
Or settle down or settle on some
Little part
That I’ve never seen
Or may not seen again
Displayed in tired sets
High rise combs and homes so fresh
From the residue
I’m kicking up along the avenue
 
The market’s coming down

Side by Side
 
Stacking your dimes
For one last failed try
Coffee and wine
They just don’t feel so right
 
And you know I’ll recognize
What you’re telling me
‘Cuz you’re talking out your eyes
Not sold, not satisfied
You stop, you drop, and rewind
Realign what you’re telling me
But you’re talking out your eyes
One mouth split open wide
Restless and dressed to nines
 
We’re going in side by side by side
 
Suitably praised
For checking out this way
Ingest and engage
In happy roundelay
 
And you know I’ll recognize
What you’re telling me
‘Cuz you’re talking out your eyes
Not sold, not satisfied
Restless and dressed to nines
 
We’re going in side by side by side
 
And you know I’ll recognize
What you’re telling me
‘Cuz you’re talking out your eyes
Not sold, not satisfied
You stop, you drop, and rewind
Realign what you’re telling me
But you’re talking out your eyes
One mouth split open wide
Restless and dressed to nines
 
We’re going in side by side by side

Honore
 
Honore, it’s all changed
Pull your car up to the porch
And take all your things
To the other side of town
It’s been strange
Having you around
Since the autumn days
Kept you tucked away
Honore
 
Honore, around your waist
Were the hands that held you up
When you didn’t want to dance
Music seemed to sound
Like it moved to fast
Dizzy from the ground
That underneath you swayed
Or how you always claimed  
Honore
 
You didn’t want to dance
Music seemed to sound
Like it moved to fast
Dizzy from the ground
That underneath you swayed
Or how you always claimed
Waiting for the walls to break
More stories that you couldn’t shake
Honore

B&W
 
Black and white will make a number
Maybe you could stop and call her up
To ask her what she thinks of this
Maybe she’ll be into it
You may never know
 
‘Cause you don’t have control
Of all your long division
Counting down by small incisions
Sound helps the body leave the ground
Sound helps you leave the ground
 
Policies in miles of ribbon
Turn a pretty head that’s given in
To systems managed long before
You could ever reach her door
The comedy wears thin
 
Attempting to begin
A state of indiscretion
She could use another lesson
Now her body hits the ground
Sound helps you leave the ground
 
You don’t corner markets how you live
Dockets show you’re not the only one who knows
What hands propose, the lengths they’ll go
 
Just to settle up on contracts never brought to ink
Standing at her kitchen sink
The dish soap turning pink
Inside the whitest basin
Carries off the final traces
Of any chance you might have graced this town
Her body feeds the ground
Sound helps you leave the ground

Devils
 
Devils
Make the happiest couples
No one’s innocent
Noboby’s clean… except me
Swallow
Every siren you follow
‘Til the moon
Settles down in the sea
 
Believe you from me
It’s already out there
There’s somebody waiting to be
Just your freak
To set you apart from why
Your happy is not your high
To tell you the things
From the songs that you sing
When you’re all alone
And free
 
Are you failing
In your quest to be settled in
Is there something
That you’d rather do
Itchy
It’s a matter to which degree
You can sit still
Until the need to run runs out of you
 
Believe me
It’s already out there
There’s somebody waiting to see
What you need
To take you apart from why
Your happy is not your high
And say all the things
From those songs that you sing
When you’re all alone
And free
 
To set you apart from why
Your happy is not your high
And say all the things
From the songs that you sing
When you’re all alone
And free