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Garbs Of The Street

Waiting for happiness.

Fear The Jungle

Dance With Me Celts

Remember Me Happy

Ode To You 'Above'

Crack and Cycle Again

I Dream American, I Dream Big

A Gentle Lapping

Amidst The Moon

Anything's Better

Ready For Attack

The Stump of a Young Tree

Un-Suspecting Love

What Does Distortion Create

Dont Touch Anything

These Shutters Are Getting Old

A Form of Neurosis

Opening the Lilies

Member or Guest

Synopsis of Trees

Someday They Will Be Grown

Short of Discovery

Trolling the Isle

Pompous Observations

Trouble With The Looking Glass

Bricks and Mortar

We The Living [Sacrificial Lambs]

The Halo and the Coconut

Grasps Of Bloodshed

What I Have To Do

The Rise in Fall Woolly Bear Caterpillars

Crap Shoot / Wall Climb

There Was But One Monkey

There You Stand

Stop! Spontaneous

The Final Whisper

Turning Nothing Into A Dream

Swat Team Manifesto

Everything's Different

Cut Throat Curiosity

Dungy Rooms and Dark Alleys

The Whole Goddamn Fort Went Down

Assumptions Closing In On Me

High Up in the Mountain Tops

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Body	I have something like a loco-motive that's running its course without control. I wonder whether-vane-should-hold the direction of my life you stole. Twisting wreck-age is where the cage is. but I cannot forget, the arbitrary lament, that was given to me in my youth. Turning the bends where reliance ends. I now roam, these streets on my own, responsive and non aloof. But I cannot ask for your forgiveness, Everything's distant in those dreary days. I feel the pain without belonging, to the dreams that we set ablaze. © 2006 Jeffrey Lewis All Rights Reserved
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