Great Black Swamp
I can hear the songs of my ancestors, keeping me awake,
drifting through the walls.
I'd like to return but memory fails,
like everything.
Ride the train to that great black swamp;
forget everything.

I Break Elevators, Part 1
I'm not a riot grrl, I'm a diet gurl
I've got this job, workin' in fast-food
sometimes I stick my hand in the fryer to escape this hell
I'm not a riot grrl, I'm a diet gurl
and I subsist on a diet of
Stackers and Diet Coke, but I can quit when I want

Nasturtium

Montana
If you need me, I'll be over the mountains, shedding skin.
The brown plains sing to god. The thin blue sky still eats men alive.
I've walked too far. My boots are torn, my legs are sore; my face is warm.
Time is a poem, distance measured in song; the arms of life pulling us along.
Don't follow me; I'll leave no trace. I won't waste time or misuse space.
And when I sleep, I'll dream a dream: flying free as bison over endless purple peaks.

Saint Pedro
An army of chickpeas comes knockin' on my teeth.
An army of fruit flies done eat'n all my feast.

The Dark Crystal
Imagine if you hadn't messed with mystal creth or met the croakin' crane. Would you be someone else? I think you would. Imagine if you hadn't broken and entered and entered and broken. Would you be someone else if you could? I think you would. Imagine if you hadn't baked such a filthy cake. They're gonna burn you at the stake, then you'll be someone else. I think you will.