No Blues
Ballad of a straight-shooter gone crooked
Strange is the strangeness that will not relent
Another parable
Another fool’s errand
No blues
Half-asleep
Full-blooded
Eyes of the portraiture
Follow you down the corridor
When away from your home
Fight for your song
Prettiest rose in the garden
Whose attitude towards
Whose treachery against
Let us not ever mince words again
In the name of sameness
In the name of this moment
Eyes of the portraiture
Follow you down the corridor
When away from your home
Fight for your song
