Our songs are assembled from the following sources: summer harmonies, late nights, heavy amps, blood-sweat-and-splinters, lost causes, new hopes, faster cars, blurry eyes, teenage wastelands, cooling breezes, fear in a handful of dust, old woods, packed cities, growing affluence & diminishing soul, socially acceptable alcohol consumption, misleading romantic literature, teenage arrogance, a collective failure to mature, and a love for noise.

RX EP

DISASTEROLOGY
Shouting to the shoreline
Calling to the coast
We didn’t see it coming
So this is how it goes
The fire in the lighthouse
It never caught our eyes
So this was plotted backwards
And we spin so slowly
The rocks went through our ribcage
The maps and charts all failed
We posted signs of panic
We hung them from the rails
And if she ever meant it
For even half the time
It wouldn’t raise the shipwreck
And we spin so slowly
Drifting down
Wholly bound
I’m going to dream of airplanes
Tower to the pilot
Cabin pressure drops
But we’ve got bigger problems
As another engine stops
And if she ever meant it
For even half the time
It wouldn’t save the air crash
And we spin so slowly


ONE MORE JACK ROSE
It’s sinking in, it’s time to make a toast
To every sunburn from the Spanish coast
She said: “I’m going to San Sebastian
I don’t know what will happen
And I dream a lot but not enough
For me to ever wake him up”
And this could be good show
It’s pretty nice to think so
So I’ll rest my head
Before we go out
We’re riding with a new friend now
Country life won’t ever find us
We’re all lost but don’t remind us
Read the papers from back home
Sent letters off to everyone
I fell asleep in the afternoon
I woke up and thought I was an ambulance driver
No quiet nights left outside our door
Hard rotten luck that caught us in the war
I said: “Let’s take a walk around the park
The cars pull by, the streets go dark
And I drank a lot but not enough
For me to ever give you up”
A punch-up at a hotel bar
When he couldn’t take it anymore
Black eyes and split lips
Just send them on their way
When I came to, I thought I was carrying a suitcase
Country life won’t ever find us
We’re all lost but don’t remind us
One more Jack Rose
And I’ll stop talking


WESTERN MAST
Watchmen never know
What their lanterns show
Twilight in the fields
It adds up so well
Caught in movie frames
Acting out again
It adds up so well
Chased to the river
Caught and delivered
It adds up so well


RX GOLIATH
Hey, look at what we’re taking
A supplemental dose
Keep our eyelids from shaking
And we can feel the night leveling off
Hey, a pill-box alliance
In every shape and size
A miracle of science
And we can balance out anything
Black out dates and X the names
And we go on like nothing’s changed
Psychic bunker underground
Keep those blue-eyed devils from coming around
Hey, we’re no longer feeling
Anything at all
Our backs against the ceiling
And looking down we see ourselves
Hey, so quiet and tranquil
Though we can’t think or smile
We should be so thankful
‘Cause after all of this… Black out faces and X the names
And we go on like nothing’s changed
Halfway halved and wholly down
But those blue-eyed devils keep on coming around
Remember the verse, it’s what we rehearsed..
If he gets to you first, he gets to you first…

TRUE BELIEVERS IN THE LONG WALK HOME

FIRST NEWS FROM THE ZEPHYR
The noise was deep and the walls were thin
I shook and trembled like a sin
I was lost for a minute and it swallowed me whole
With a silvery smile and a pinball soul
God save the streets and the village greens
From summer saints & the acid queens
With a bucket of bruises and a push through the door
Gonna’ roll into Brighton, 1964 
Trade hot winds for solid ground
Dead airwaves can’t keep us down
My heart rests on safety pins
No chance of changing now
I found some faith in the faithless tonight
In all of the sounds, I was feeling alright
And all of the doubts that you had at the start
Will never come back


WEAK END WITH NO END
Don’t try calling
Promising to show
Left not knowing
What I’ll do or where I’ll go
Stealing secrets and dirty tricks
No one laughing, just feeling sick
And I wasted all
In the meantime
Led to sleep with ghosts
And she said something
In the city, let it go
Stealing secrets and dirty tricks
No one laughing, just feeling sick
And I wasted all
The end of something the end of this
Fall asleep with a counterfeit
And I wasted all.


MARS VIGILA
Shouting their own names in the street
Chasing their own echoes
They’ve got thawing muscles
They’ve got collared shirts
Faced with closing doors again
Reach for keys, they’re pushing home
They’re out of the bars and into the streets
Off of the roads and into the trees
It’s the first warm night of spring
And we’re out for blood


CHEMICAL DIVISION
The city of lights in the palm of my hand
Raise your glass like a wave over Pacific sand
The springtime breeze that brought me there
Cut me loose with a sunny stare
I swallow secrets just as easy as swallowing pills
Then I felt lifted, racing back to the safety of the hills
The western edge of a neon land
Wrote my name like a wave in the Pacific sand
The ancient pull of the city ground
It never fails to bring me down alright
I swore I’d stay here and a promise is a promise to a friend
My eyes are open and the lights above keep shining in
Staring at an airbag, hidden in an steering wheel
Setting up the skyline, wait for the second reel
Chemical division, maybe I was wrong
Everything is alright, I swear I know this song
I don’t know where I’m going, I don’t remember where I’ve been


THE OCTOPUS
My friend says “we’re never getting out”
He’s singing the library blues again
But I don’t know what he’s going on about
Too much or not enough - it all depends
On where we go and who we’re meeting there
Just point me in the right direction
And I can’t believe it got so complicated now
Trust my feet keep finding solid ground
I’m ripped in red like a warning light
Through the square, I’ll wander down the stairs
We’re gonna talk ‘til it’s all done tonight
And I can’t believe it got so complicated now
I had a better time, I had a better line
I liked it better when you didn’t come back with him
My friend says we’re never getting out…
But I don’t know what he’s going on about
Too much or not enough, its…
I had a better time, I had a better line
I liked it better when you didn’t come back with him
Playing my part, shaking his hand
I lost the plot but I understand


I HEARD A PIN SNAP LOOSE
Ink bottle black: the days of his youth
Just draft the time away
He types like the devil spelling out the truth
In the margins anyway
End of the table he can’t hear a word
Pugilistic black
Gin-alley shakedown dropping in the third
Face-down
God: draw a line, send a sign to get him through
Sleepless turns, undeserved, what’s left to do?
Manuscript ending printed on the leaves
Here’s the final twist
Climbed up the branches just to believe
The fall-out
God: draw a line, send a sign to get him through
Sleepless turns, undeserved, what’s left to do?
She turns on transfers in between the sheets
Melatonin dreams
Cut through the branches trying to release
The last three months


GOODNIGHT, DANNY-BOY
True believers in the long walk home
There’s truth to keep us in those last rounds
We’re brimming with it, it’s so easy
So let’s spill a little between us my friends
I’m looking back now, he’s lagging
His feet are slow and he’s dragging
For every time that he waited
We’ll hold our line ‘til he catches up
Because if one of us don’t make it
Then none of will make it home at all
Legs giving out and he’s cursing
Let’s carry him and keep talking
I meant it man, when I said that
These days will fade if we let them
True believers in the long walk home
There’s truth to keep us in those last rounds
We’re brimming with it, it’s so easy
It’ll fall between us, between us all
Because if one of us don’t make it
Then none of will make it home at all


THERE WERE SPARROWS
Sparrows on the sidewalk
Taking in the sun
Set the birds in each flock
I counted every one that I saw
One was missing wasn’t there at all
Sparrows on the sidewalk
Now they’re missing one
Count the things that we’ve lost
Circle round ‘cause nothing can be done
Feathers lost, fathers, families, sons.
Saw him through the fence posts
There but out of reach
His wings were whole & healthy

WE PLANTED DRIFTWOOD AND NOTHING CHANGED

AN EMPIRE SOUND
Southern dirt and northern sea
It lights up
This is where halves meet
Picture. Camera. Photograph
This might be the final laugh of the day
If we run out of space, on our arms and our backs
For the ink that
Saves the names we love
Score on our fingers the circles we keep
Bottles and ashes, the tracks that we leave
We could meet in the deep, drink in the cold
In the same sand
A new year will unfold
Trailing an edge, yeah it furrows the ground
Traces of legends, an empire sound
Hey shackleton there was one more
But we wandered onto the wrong side of dawn
I can’t follow me anymore.


BRIGHT KEYS
Bright keys let’s take a drive
This city’s half alive
The fairways lay in disrepair
We’ll hang the social chair.
Pills and fire-water
Suffering your daughter
Hold her down a message sent
Now she’s out and free again
Breezes blow from east to west
Every worry’s put to rest
New rules in heavy tomes
Build houses on our bones
She passes through without a care
Her friends are waiting there
Underneath the awning
Modern life is yawning
Summer slumber we demand
An end to water stealing sand
Breezes blow from east to west
Every worry’s put to rest
Selling sold the coastal gold
We’re never told to never fold
To never leave just what we love
To love the hollow covered up
Days go on nevertheless
Giving into something they call progress


PENELOPE LEFT WAITING
Black domes, crowds pool to a swirl
Lights doubled now cool to the world
Seeing little and true to his word
He’s true to his word
It’s too warm, flip open your lids
Lotus eaters saying look what you did
No chance, every island in traffic
True to his word.
Felt the winds pull lines hard back to her
Read the signs and days count, horizons all the time for everything
Fucked up with your feet on the ground
This distance can’t bring us around
Flat dark for the lost and loving
True to his word, yeah he’s true to his word
No sacrifice that’s red enough
Smoke signals lost in skies above
Dead hearts, no homes
Ships sunk, no bones
In whispers we’re told
Picked clean and all


HERE’S TO WAKING UP
This is not a windup
This is not a countdown
This feels like forever
But this is not a time machine
So here’s to waking up on a Sunday morning
Dig your head out of the ground
And I used to live
In the heaviest of towns
We’d break our promises
Just to get around
So here’s to waking up on a sunny morning
Pull your head out of the clouds
Here’s to a little bit of sin
Just to bring the good times in
To kick your life around
And I’m so sorry to feel lucky
And the feeling never struck me
Until now
AMERICAN FENCES
School yard panic celebrate us now
New York City when we’re feeling down
And everybody gets away with it
Did you see did you get a name?
(I heard about it and it’s all the same)
Come on over and we’ll take a ride
(Bet I can get us there in half the time..)
By the river with the tycoon’s daughter
They saw smoke but they never caught her
And all the sunshine on your collars…


CARS & SPIDERS
Walking back to get you home
No chance this time
A bed by the window and a house by the road
And meds on your mind
This is what they’ll talk about
Because it used to be forbidden
They don’t know where you’re coming from
They waste their words on everyone
And all the sounds that pass you by
You’re never sleeping easy
Cars and spiders all conspire
And I didn’t think you’d see me
It’s alright right?
She blames the sheets
Not the devils that slip between them
Words in the trees
Let them be unless you mean them
You won’t believe the state I’m in
(cars & spiders, street dividers, hiders seekers, finders keepers
silver spoons, and summer tombs I lie)


MEN OF LETTERS
Son, I’ve got a problem, I feel like I’m pushing an empty lot
The hard work is in showing, selling away what you’d rather not
The people with the numbers don’t know what they’ve done
A vacant estimate, a hollow-hearted sum
Dad, I’ve got a problem: I feel like I’m driving in my sleep again
I woke up on the highway, on 95 in the passing lane
I cut a hundred miles, I don’t remember one
I think I’ve lost the plot, I think I’ve come undone
And now I’m tangled in a tree that I don’t own
Counting bricks and boards in someone else’s home
The people with the numbers don’t know what they’ve done
A vacant estimate, a hollow-hearted sum


COMMUTER LOT
Hold on tight we’ll laugh and smile, left behind with you.
I feel dizzy lost your name. Bring it on home, who’s to blame?
Eyes were wide I had no words
My own laughter’s what I heard
The empty bottles laugh at you
But then again, I’m laughing too
And a careless hand for the taking
Has brushed away my thoughts
Goddamn drunk his feet are heavy, spinning out an American Chevy
Grabs my waist around the bend, her lungs are filled with oxygen
Eyes were wide I had no words
My own laughter’s what I heard
The empty bottles laugh at you
But then again, I’m laughing too
And a careless hand for the taking
Has brushed away my thoughts
Redneck breakneck bonfire twist
Nameless leaving euphoria bliss
Blurry switchback nobody missed.
Blackout shutdown pickup truck kiss


THE VICTIMS OF WELL-PLACED ARROWS
Teenage rattle
Let us inside
Cricket kingdom
A choir divine
Hallowed household
Top of the road
Back-porch angels
Do what they’re told
Chase sparks we’re wild
A second story glance
Watching where it lands
No city spires
Panic ‘til we’re gone
With the neighbors looking on
And all your sons have run aground
Oh they had us run aground
Pulled and purchased left unwound


TELEGRAPH TO SPITFIRE
Have a smile (the devil is in the details)
Night is only spilling time, this is only saving rinds
We were saying (the devil is in the details)
Something from the day before is laying out across your floor
We were walking (the devil is in the details)
Halogen to light the streets, footsteps find another beat
If it’s coming (the devil is in the details)
Stars are lost behind the glare, satellites that just don’t care
Wealth of sky that we don’t own
Come around to this old home
Buried under years of doubt
Pick me up and take me out
Shed the rust and move again
See the lights that signals send
Buried under years of doubt
Pick me up and take me out
Have a smile (the devil is in the details)
Night is only spilling time, this is only saving rinds


…OR OTHER TESTIMONY OF SUMMER NIGHTS
‘Cause I didn’t lock the back door
Or sweep the sand off the front porch
I left the dishes in the sink
I had a smile in a car crash
Cut your initials with sea-glass
And I didn’t have a chance to think
Windows south: I had a pair
Bottlerockets filled the air
And I was rusted to the thought
I swore that I could see your house from there…