The wife forgave the mistress for she only entertained
The pain was gone the instant she cleared her throat to speak her name
Said, Both
of
us
must
suffer
from
the
same
unending
ache
The world was not of interest though her days were never dull
Her bed, beneath a crucifix, on guests performing miracles
With the son of God just hanging like a common criminal
When I do wrong, I am with God, she thought
When I feel lost, I am not at all
So give me black light, so give me hot knives
On a dance floor, no one tells time
Oh, I've made love, yeah, I've been fucked, so what?
I'm a cartoon, you're a full moon, let's stay up
She went to see a mystic who made medicine from rain
And gave up her existence to feel everything, dream others dreams
Bid farewell to her family with one ecstatic wave
Out the window, as the car rolled away
She just vanished into a thick mist of change
So let us rejoice in all this pink noise
An oscillation that we can pinpoint
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- A Christmas Album
- Cassadaga
- Noise Floor
- Digital Ash In A Digital Urn
- One Jug of Wine, Two Vessels
- Lua
- Lifted Or The Story Is In The Soil, Keep Your Ear To The...
- There Is No Beginning to the Story
- Fevers and Mirrors
- Insound Tour Support Series No. 12
- Too Much of a Good Thing Is a Good Thing
- A Collection of Songs Written and Recorded 1995-1997
- Letting Off The Happiness
- Bright Eyes/Squadcar 96
- Miscellaneous
- Singularity (Single)
- Four Winds
- Motion Sickness
- A Collection Of Songs Written And Recorded
- Non-Album Releases