twistin our propellers, dropping at the froth

I think I'll head home

I am not a robot

You've been acting awful tough lately
Smoking a lot of cigarettes lately
But inside, you're just a little baby
It's okay to say you've got a weak spot
You don't always have to be on top
Better to be hated than love, love, loved for what you're not

And the moon's a silver slipper

And the moon's a silver slipper
It's pouring champagne stars
Broadway's like a serpent
Pulling shiny top-down cars

Wants to stay coal

UNDERGROUND

they're alive, they're awake
while the rest of the world is asleep
below the mine shaft roads
it will all unfold
there's a world going on
UNDERGROUND

Your hair is like meadow grass on the tide

I disappear in your name
But you must wait for me
Somewhere across the sea
There's a wreck of a ship
Your hair is like meadow grass on the tide
And the raindrops on my window
And the ice in my drink
Baby all I can think of is Alice

House Where Nobody Lives

Woke up this morning with the cold water

No one puts flowers on a flower's bed

Misery is the river of the world

Pond

Floral

You built a fort, didn't ya?

No photography allowed

Midsummer II

Dr Khammari

Somewhere out there

midsummer I

blood has been spillt this night

Tomorrow I am going to do my best to make these guys look as good on CCD as they do in real life