DON'T COME KNOCKING
DON'T COME CREEPING
I DIDN'T ASK FOR THE BLUES AT THIS 18.16 HOUR
IT DEVOUR
EVERYTHING MY SOUL
MY PUNCTURE MY PUNCTUATION

I DIDN'T ASK FOR THE BLUES
DON'T COME CREEPING
DON'T COME CREEPING
KNOCKING ON THE DOOR DO NOT
WE ARE FUCKING NON STOP

NO NOT NOW
BLUES CREEPING IN
HAPPENS FROM TIME AND AGAIN
DAILY DIP I USED TO CALL IT
BOTTOMLESS WHEN YOU FALL IN IT - THE HOLE- ASK EMMYLOU HARRIS
SHE KNOWS HOW TO SING THE BLUES

AND THAT LOVE SONG WITH DAVE MATTHEWS
WILL ALWAYS BE DEAR, DEAR SPIRIT  A.K.A.  JOSEFINE
MY SECRETS ARE UNRAVELING IN BETWEEN
THE LINES BUT WHEN WE BETWEEN THE SHEETS FIND   --
THERE WON'T BE MUCH MODERN TALK - TO; OR OF, DEAR DEAR SPIRIT

YOU WOULDN'T WANT TO HEAR IT  ;)
YOU WOULDN'T WANT TO HEAR IT

THE BLUES TURNED INTO LOVE/SEX POEM
I WROTE YOU COULDN'T WRITE YOURSELF , -OUT OF THE BLUES
THE ODDS ARE  50  50  I CAN KEEP THIS MOOD

MODERATE
FEELING
GO ICELAND DIVISION 2  (RIGHT)