In the City, everybody has a problem
They’re never happy but that’s not makes me love them
They hang out, spend hours in the train
And never call on each other again
During breakfast you said you had a bad day
I know you mean it but you know it’s only morning
There’s still plenty of time to miss the last train
You wanted butter but your bagel was plain
We don’t have to be best friends
To make through seasons and trends
I’ll see you around sometime
Or I email you a line
In your room there’s a TV and a VCR
Sometimes, you call me but i’ve no idea where you are
You must be tolking to people that i’ll never know
About the music that you heard on the radio
Sometimes, you say, we’re really starving
As we pass by someone standing there begging
It’s kind of nice that you want to be a fireman
It’s kind of job that makes me feel needed
(Appears on "Metal And Vinyl" 2003) Written with Rachel Lipson
Objects in the mirror
Objects in the mirror come one by one
Objects in the mirror don't lie on the ground
Objects in the mirror are not in the mirror either
Objects in the mirror are closer than they appear
When you walk down the streets so many times
You don't need to see the street signs anymore
You hav'nt just lost your brain marks
You've lost them two hundred dreams before
Objects in the mirror come one by one
Objects in the mirror don't lie on the ground
Objects in the mirror are not in the mirror either
Objects in the mirror are closer than they appear
When you open your mouth it's already gone
Burry the toothbrush and move on ahead
Objects in the mirror are not double evil
They just have an evil double on the bed
(Appears on Ben Dope's "Rigamarole Schigamarole" 2002)
We're on the boat
we're on the boat my little darling
we're sailing back home
we're on the boat my little darling
and we are sailing home
were coming through the wide wide sea
were coming through nothing at all
were coming and i hope you'll be waiting for me
cause I hope to find you still alone
but the night is long and the winter is young
and the rain hammers down and we're far from the ground
and the mast it is crooky and our guts they are too
but the sail it is bellied and i do think of you
we're going through the wide wide sea
we're going through nothing at all
we're going and i hope you won't wait for me
cause we are leaving all alone
(Appears on "Son Demo #1 (1992-1997)" 2000)