EVEN FLOW

freezin', rests his head on a pillow made of concrete, again
feelin' maybe he'll see a little better, set a days
hand out, faces that he sees time again ain't that familiar
dark grin, he can't help when his happy looks insane
even flow, thoughts arrive like butterflies
he don't know, so he chases them away
someday yet, he'll begin his life again
life again, life again...
kneelin', looking through the paper though he doesn't know to read
prayin', now to something that has never showed him anything
feelin', understands the weather of the winters on its way
ceilings, few and far between all the legal halls of shame
even flow, thoughts arrive like butterflies
he don't know, so he chases them away
someday yet, he'll begin his life again
whispering hands, gently lead him away
him away, him away...
[forget about him...)]
even flow, thoughts arrive like butterflies
he don't know, so he chases them away
someday yet, he'll begin his life again
whispering hands, gently lead him away
him away, him away...




DIRTY FRANK

dirty Frank Dahmer he's a gourmet cook yeah
i got a recipe for anglo-saxin soup yeah
wanted a pass so she relaxed
now the little groupie's getting chopped up in the back
i got a cupboard full of fleshy fresh ingredients
a very careful at the same time quite expedient
eats meat a release
bus driving's harder on your head than on your feet
dirty frank
dirty frank
dirty frank
dirty frank
dirty frank
keeps it clean a keeps it copaseptic
a-little boys and girls their heads are all collected
a-not crazy a per se
just a little strange when he gets hungry
city, state, your town, he will continue
a stadium, tiny clubs, every venue
a-his bus a-your trust
there goes another turned into crust
dirty frank
dirty frank
dirty frank
dirty frank
yeah oh watch it now
why that dirty frank was a bad mother...shut your mouth
hey man, i'm just talking about dirty frank
cookoo, their fucking crazy, these kids are driving me crazy
oh middle of the night we're stopped the freeway shoulder
a-frank's shoveling to bury the leftovers
a-they're sunk he's drunk
now he's gonna drive, i'm hiding in my bunk oh
the band all knows we're too afraid to mention
a-don't want to be part of frank's luncheon
a-lose weight a-be safe
where's mike McCready
my god he's been ate
dirty frank
dirty frank
dirty frank
dirty frank
oh he's gone fruit loops it's the perfect job
cook 'em just to see the look on their face
i cook 'em just to see the look on their face
cook 'em just to see the look on their face
i cook 'em just to see the look on their face
mommy mommy I’ll just sing mommy no no ahh
why
why that dirty frank was a bad mother...shut your mouth
hey i'm just talking about dirty frank
dirty frank
dirty frank
dirty frank
oh why that dirty frank was a bad mother...shut your mouth
hey man i'm just talking about dirty frank woo
dirty frank
dirty frank
dirty frank
dirty frank
ok i think that's enough



OCEANS [REMIX]

hold on to the thread
the currents will shift
glide me towards...
you know something's left
and we're all allowed
to dream of the next
the next, time we touch...
you don't have to stray
the oceans away
waves roll in my thoughts
hold tight the ring...
the sea will rise...
please stand by the shore...
i will be... i will be there once more...