The river where your legs meet sprouts wings and rus and crawls and kicks and now speaks.
The feelings I get now are close but I doubt they could ever compete.
I remember drinking Kool Aid its odour and its taste and drinking 7-Up to get well.
A picture of Jesus and an Indian over my bed, and playing with parts of my self.
And now you're so forgiving.
| 1 | A History of Bad Men |
| 2 | Detective |
| 3 | Boris |
| 4 | Brain Center At Whipples |
| 5 | At The Stake |
| 6 | Black Santa |
| 7 | Divorced |
| 8 | Joan Of Arc |
| 9 | A History of Drunks |
| 10 | Ballad Of Dwight Fry |