will you fly in my beautiful buhloone will you fly in my beautiful buhloone* the world is a station and i’ve got so many stops to make like words in a poor mans book they’re written and erased the next … [cont…]

my booroo clow lives in a tree next door to the banshee which squeals in the night and gives me a fright my booroo clow sits down next to me and drinks his way through a cup of tea before … [cont…]

how could i have fallen for a girl like you? the mud from by your door had soiled your plastic shoe i do, love you* my internal visitor is it you? is it you?* maybe it’s your troubled look drew … [cont…]

it seems so strange that friends could be so close but each night when it ends when they go home their lives and things all independent a song their mother sings special just to them* could things be the same … [cont…]

glowing on a midnight walk the sun it lights your face and oily cows lying there about their age* reared by insects learned to communicate by way of clicks left my instincts knew to associate by way of warm licks* … [cont…]

in the morning when it’s bright enough to see without a light i’ll be calling ’cause the night is much too late to put things right

i’d know your face i’d know your face in a crowd if it’s strange i could be trained i could be trained as a clown for half your wage* please stand by my house at night and stay till i … [cont…]

when will we be when will we be alone when will be when will we be alone i want to be your friend but you only notice me when i’m down when will we be wehn will we be alone … [cont…]