You pack the matches I’ll bring the candle You take the beer I’ll grab a handle We’re going where the sun bursts into flames We’re going where the world forgets your name Past the patina of shit icing the sidewalk Past the bodies lying in a shroud of white chalk To the heart of a desert racing out of time To the buried treasure of a mastercrime Oh yeah Alright! Oh yeah Ignite! The canyon glows ruby like a bleeding ember Land so harsh we should return to sender Scrape the red dust off then light the fuse You know the planet’s got nothing left to lose Ash to ashes and sin to cinders It’s going to be a lifelong nuclear winter We lay looking up at a fresh-scarred sky Might as well live if you’re gonna die Every stop you could get off the train Over and over you choose to remain Season to season, present to past Every next stop might just be the last

There’s a star that they call Astronomer’s Regret One quarter the distance from hell to our shores It’s said if you point your scope towards that star You’ll go blind, you’ll go mad, you’ll be scoured by scars But do you believe what the fact gougers say…? June felt like popcorn at the end of a film All dried out, congealed, and worn down to the grain So she mailed her decision By passenger pigeon Grabbed her pet theories and hopped on a plane She met Corpus Christos on the long plane ride over He put the “Southern Man” in “Southern Manitoba” He wouldn’t leave the cabin without proper disclosure They were married at customs drinking value-added ambrosia Corpus swindled the nickels right out of June’s canvas To pay for his phony tour guide to Atlantis From 3 grand a week Down to shitting in the street She resorted to selling her spare blood to Guinness By September, June knew the streets of Vienna Like a painter can tell brown red from burnt sienna She scryed societal meltdown through a jury rigged antenna The bridges and crossings were the epicenter Sixteen days later, June washed up on shore Clinging to kelp and her last cigarette Penniless and battered Ambitions in tatters But each bruise is proof they haven’t killed her yet She found herself back in the city she fled She’d always heard the voices, now she knew what they said As the mountains turned canyons and rivers ran red The satellites all point to Astronomer’s Regret There’s a star that they call Astronomer’s Regret Three quarters the distance from heaven to here As soon as you see it you stare with surprise You can’t move a muscle just watch hypnotized As the sun rises fiery and burns off your eyes You thank its harsh mercy for blinding the skies What appears on the star? Half fiction, wholly lies The minute that everybody you love dies The spiders that sew cosmic webs for us flies That there’s no great reason why we’re all still alive So while you draw breath, repeat through your sweat (pause) Each bruise is proof the bastards haven’t killed you yet (After 1 or 2, add backing vocal: Astronomer’s Regret!)

Wolf Moon! A tired old man lies down, cedes his life seeds this ground Snow Moon! A queen with no regrets stalks a man with no pride Wind Moon! Envoy shows up late, and the harvests all fail Seed Moon! Cousins claim their own coronation sun graves Forced to watch centuries of history Every little sin done on this acre of land Every sacrifice that was performed in vain Kirkwald in a Day… Crow Moon! Heretics hammer old steel, the truth is steam and sparks Buck Moon! Black iron dragon roars, treaties float off in smoke Corn Moon! Final holdout leaves on a raft of neon Blood Moon! Slab of weathered stone cleaves from cliffs it called home Forced to hear stadiums of dying screams Every little win, each desperate hero’s last stand Every buried lost stranger beneath the gate Kirkwald in a Day… Forced to see foundations of tyranny Every golden tree cleared to free an inch of land Every loving look when nothing’s left to say Kirkwald in a Day…

I've got 3000 grand burning in a hole in my jeans All ill-gotten, baby you know what that means I've gotta get away before the cops come nabbin' Gotta get myself down to a log cabin! C1 If that faulty glove don't leave a telltale fingerprint If that out of state DA don't wanna make the trip And if that sniffing dog hasn't yet learned cocaine I'd like to grow old in the woods of Maine I'd like to grow old in the woods of Maine Wake up in the morning to the call of the loon Hear the oak creak, know winter's coming soon I still get nervous when I hear the sound of a car Still pack my pistol fishin in the reservoir C2 If a few select memos get prematurely shredded If that cab driver don't quite recall where I was headed And if that clumsy tech spills my blood sample down the drain I'd like to grow old in the woods of Maine I'd like to grow old in the woods of Maine Lived twenty years now in the shadow of the peak Still watching them watch me when I went downtown last week If I die before I spend the rest of my hoard Bury me like a dragon neath Mount Saddlehorn! If the police copter runs out of petroleum If it's false that ether leaves stains on linoleum And if those muddy footprints are all swept away by rain, I'd like to grow old in the woods of Maine I'd like to grow old in the woods of Maine If these unmarked dirt roads steer the staties off my path If the statute of limitations quietly slips past And if I don't go too bored all the way out here in the middle of nowhere without even a reliable 5G connection, surrounded by cicada sounds all day and all night until just to feel any trace of human emotion again, I rob a fucking train... I'd like to grow old in the woods of Maine, oh yeah I'd like to grow old in the woods of Maine

Do you wish you were live In a different timeline? I wish I lived when you Were nothing but compost And an unmarked headstone Neglected by family 10 minute drive’s too far Spoiled sugar and curdled milk I wrote you a song go ahead and sulk No one else sees through your saccharine mask But I’m here to take you, motherfucker, to task Looks like you’re soft at work Life’s easy for a clerk Who ignores the public Spits bile at her colleagues Gossips with her cronies Drinks behind the stairwell Gives out poisoned muffins That’s not an epaulet It’s the chip that you let Fester on your shoulder Grow and grow until it Has its own postal code Wins a world record Shaming Lays and Ruffles

Our quarterly pursuit of youth Quarterly sayers of sooth What is sooth? Better pull the next tooth before you shoot Point the trigger at the hoof Does Joe seem a bit aloof, Ninety proof, let’s drink scotch on the roof, our shot at truth A late night liquor run Senescent su-n We can’t outgun Before dawn learns your scent The eau de de-bt Better run How did you end up here Beef jerky and weak beer Bruce just lost his left ear (Duck!) Dawn has now caught your scent You can’t make re-nt Just crash here Our quarterly pursuit of death The truck bed still smells like meth Huff a breath, don’t misspell “shibboleth”, stop and go lights Future’s got you in its sights Why’d you move out of the heights? Your last rites, time to count those egg whites, no second bites Oh Christ we hit an elk We’d better st-op It’s 3 A M His hands still match the clock No antlers show in The rear view How did you end up here Beef jerky and weak beer Bruce just lost his right ear (Duck!) You made the local news Don’t leave no clu-es You’re safe here A windowless basement Shag carpet, gu-ns Roy Orbison Leers on a cd box His prey he stalks Forever How did we end up here The whisky tastes like fear Bruce chokes back bourbon tears At least you won’t pay rent Cops taste your sce-nt You can’t stay here

Watch the shit pile up on the cargo ships My other 3 crew all called in sick So I haul out 1 they bring in 4 As I break my back dreaming of a distant shore As I watch the freighter sail off in the bay I might well be watching my life drift away My crew numbered 15 but now we’re at 8 The barges keep coming, so we all work late When I was a kid the docks held such mystique I didn’t know the paycheck would last half a week I dreamed about cannons and barrels of rum But now it’s just backaches and time cards and gum So send me a postcard from lush Waikiki I’ll read it while pouring my beer in the sea Til a fifty pound crate slips and turns me to cream I’ll keep carting in chunks of the American dream If you’ve an ocean Limitless as the sea Spare me a river Give just this to me If you’ve an ocean Worth a million lakes Spare me a river Let me make my break

Your favorite thing to do was watch the strangers throwing frisbees in the park You died at 26 of undiagnosed arrhythmia I died at home in the dark When I arrived in the afterlife, your smile lit up the howling void "You're finally here!" you held me tight, but I knew one thing we couldn't avoid Eight years of frantic dreams and youthful highs Versus forty-seven years of loving sighs [Eternity amplifies our worst intents] I have to make a choice between two best friends May this bizarre afterlife love triangle end Your favorite place was a quiet room with a chessboard and a tall white wine You held me close as my spirit left my body After a full life at seventy-nine You showed up at the right wrong moment Our lips deep engaged in a kiss "I always knew this would break my heart" You said, "but not shatter like this" That was the longest night, the darkest fight What does the dawn owe to the moonlight? The past fights the present in black and white You're treating me like a copyright! Well, we said til death do make us part Never dreamed we'd be put through a second start Now there's three shattered pieces of two broken hearts Who once said til death do make us part! Guess it's easy to make an arrangement with too much time on your hands You get me Monday and Saturday The other five days you make plans Sometimes I catch you crying when you think I'm asleep, sometimes you stare off in a haze Guess nobody got exactly what they wanted But is that never not the case?

Hair cut I heard you got a hair cut Hair cut I wish you’d keep your mouth shut You measure your value in grams Sell a sad story and run some more ads At least hookers have a good work life balance Maybe in the next life you’ll reincarnate with talent Tik tok I heard you made a tik tok Tik tok You know I wish you’d just stop If you keep come over here wasted You’ll find out what a closed door tastes like Your music’s shit bunny I don’t like it One of these days I’m going to take your hand I’m gonna Bite it

Sunrise mesa not one voice will Break the tranquil silence Gripping current tries to drown you Fight it, beat it, triumph Jungle teems with ferns and green leaves 30 shades of verdant 30th floor dark winter storm Outside world is absent If your tension makes you hyper Pressure makes your red blood burn If you’re feeling fat and bloated On spoils that you haven’t earned It may pay the balance for you To live and die as an accountant When your scales are leaning askew Come and meet me in the mountains Secret sand dune shelters swimmers Summer shimmers lake top Over night fall’s sins erased Whitewashed snowblind blanket Distance frames it like a painting Panoramic summit After hard climb, roost on rocks as Kestrels case the canyons If your tension makes you hyper Pressure makes your red blood burn If you’re feeling fat and bloated On spoils that you haven’t earned It may pay the balance for you To franchise out a soda fountain When your scales are leaning askew Come and meet me in the mountains

We went from union strong to electing a man Who never did a damn thing to work with his hands Except for grabbing prostitutes around the waistband Or counting that his daddy left him how many grand? A rising toxic tide chokes colonial seas Tea party crates clog the straits with debris Even Ravenswood’s got a Ron Johnson sticker Kyle HitlerhouseYouth, quick trigger finger Where we will fly away Where will we hide? You know the phone calls Come from the inside You know about the black-capped chickadee It’s got a very rigid social hierarchy The birds on the top forage close to the tree The others freeze to death out on the canopy Yes, you mockingbirds may sing But you’re under the guidance of a ruthless king You’re showing off the white patches on your wings If you would tie your noose I’ll provide the string It’s not a matter of morality It’s just a matter of stupidity I want to slap these hateful fucks til they see stars But all that would get me is a set of bars As the ocean surf boils - you’re my escape plan As the neglected land roils As 99 endlessly toil As treason were made loyal As the mutation spreads As the prairies turn red As the armies of braindead Grow more and more inbred As the cities ignite Flames heat an endless night Until the smoke yields light Until doomsday strikes midnight