On virgin fields we'll skate
Stand-by children we'll create
But the arctic wintry spells
of windmills melts
into the threshing snow
you can't thresh the soul
when the snow is ending
there's no deep vine grove
you can't see the blankets go

Everything I said was right
Everything I did was wrong
Now I'm waiting for the night
To bring the dawn
Into the only room
where the fire's warm
where we keep our vices warm
and it's all that's left
all that's left is vices torn
 

Nail Clinic
Call, response, syncopated prose
Fuck the highs because I live for the lows
4 by 4 with activated lift kit
it's good in my car so it must be a hit

I know where the heart is
I know where the start is

Giant drinks, the waitress indisposed
Ski that jump on the tip of her nose, get it?
Songs are written but never with a pen
Words will follow but you never know when

I know where the start is
I know where the start is

Ba da ba.....
 

Sensitive Euro Man
Sensitive Euro man
We're so envious of your etiquette demands
Until we saw you lost in the dark
Without your bright ideals

Well I never heeded the tick of a clock
And the calendars told me what month it was you know
Some boys just never give up in light of your bright ideals

Intuition needs no alibi
‘Cause you never can tell when it will arrive
You know hagglers always know when
To spit on your bright ideals

There's a reckless thoughts
A Christian missionary
He's a pattern-finding proctor
You can't spell, so he mocked ya
It's no wonder that you don't have a time
For the light of his bright ideals
 

No More Kings (Schoolhouse Rocks cover)
Rockin', rollin' splishin', splashin'
Over the horizon, what can it be?

Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah
Do it to me one time.

The pilgrims sailed the sea
To find a place to call their own so free
In their little to ship, the Mayflower
They hope to find a better home to be

The finally knocked on Plymouth Rock
As some one said we're there
It may not look like home
But at this point I don't care

Oh they were missing mother England
They swore their loyalty until the very end
Anything you say King, it's OK King
You know it's kinda scary on your own
We've got to all just get together
Talk to call each other on the telephone

I want no more king
no more king X 3

You taxed our property
you didn't give us any choice
and meanwhile back in England
you didn't give them any voice

That's what I call taxation without representation
And that's not fair (It's wrong! It's wrong!)

It's a long list of mistakes you made King
And let's start with the - worst

You had the nerve to tax our cup of tea
To put it kindly King, what? did you expect me to agree?
Gonna show you why we dumped it in the ocean
Made the biggest harbor of tea you'll ever see

No more King
Gonna run our things our own way X 2
Gonna run it into the ground
 

Painted Soldiers
woo..oo..oo..oo..oh

why'd you have to say those things
about my face, about my name?
i didn't want things to end this way
i didn't want things to end this way.

all the soldiers are painted
and i'm one of them
but i'm still dedicated
and i feel...

woo..oo..oo..oo..oh

why'd you have to say those things
about my fault, about my sting?
i didn't want things to end this way
i didn't want things to end this way.

all my soldiers are painted
and i'm one of them,
but i'm still dedicated to see you

i knew he liked to talk about himself
but he wanted the whole world to know.
it made me sick inside
i just gotta hold back.

woo..oo..oo..oo..oh

and your soldiers are painted
don't be like one of them
but if you're still dedicated
then it's alright.
 

Unseen Power of the Picket Fence
Some bands I'd like to name check,
And one of them is R.E.M.
Classic songs with a long history
Southern boys just like you and me.
R.E.M.

Flashback to 1983,
Chronic Town was their first EP
Later on came Reckoning
Finster's art, and titles to match:
South Central Rain, Don't Go Back To Rockville,
Harbourcoat, Pretty Persuasion,
You were born to be a camera,
Time After Time was my least favourite song,
Time After Time was my least favourite song.

The singer, he had long hair
And the drummer he knew restrait.
And the bass man he had all the right moves
And the guitar player was no saint.

So lets go way back to the ancient times
When there were no 50 states,
And on a hill there stands Sherman
Sherman and his mates.
And they're marching through Georgia,
we're marching through Georgia,
we're marching through Georgia
G-G-G-G-Georgia
They're marching through Georgia,
we're marching through Georgia,
marching through Georgia
G-G-G-G-Georgia
and there stands R.E.M.

Robyn Turns 26
Robyn turned 26, just for kicks
You know she still lives in Portland
Maybe she should move to Boulder
eat granola, rock and rolla is king

Kick it with the trustafarians
Call her at her college
Are they sega or atarians?
Slackers and backpackers
Air force kids and skateboard daddy mackers

Robyn had a pig named Lionel
She digs the vinyl
I used to jump on a trampoline
Eating _, sniffing Mr. Clean

Where the fuck have you been girl?
Bustin'  karaoke at chopsticks
Sister Christian the time has come to wrestle with your demons
Tag-teamin', get that audience screaming, go

Though we showed up at your party, a little tardy
It’s better late than never when it’s MC Heather and the rest of the crew
Twenty camel lights, a six-pack of brew
That’s 26 friends, the same as your age

ROBYN!
 

Oddity (The Clean cover)
There you go alright
There you go alright
You're not as strong and you're not as bright
And that's alright
It's ok, It's alright
It's ok, It's alright oh yeah
Well you're hitchin' a ride
and you're hitchin' a ride
and you're hitchin' a ride ok

There you go all day
There you go all night
Lovers run a loveless struggle
That's ok it's alright
It's ok it's alright
It's ok oh yeah
Well you're hitchin' a ride
and you're hitchin' a ride
and you're hitchin' a ride oh yeah

Cause it's an oddity
It's true oh yeah
Cause it's an oddity
It's true oh yeah
Cause it's an oddity
It's true oh yeah