Tie-dyed Jeans (La-lah-love)

You will never understand

How far I searched the land

Yes, Anaheim strip malls, Spitalfield's stalls,

New York back streets, Montreal

Everywhere I'd search

With your jay-bird on its perch

Claws held around that piece of twine

And pulling at my heart strings all the time

It's la-la-lah-lah-love

La-la-lah-lah-love

Is it always such a one-sided affair?

And though you never did before

Now that we're no more

I see you walking out the Art School doors

Wearing those tie-dyed jeans I bought

For la-la-lah-lah-love

La-la-lah-lah-love

Is it always such a one-sided affair

Communications

Across the nations 

Complications from your strange translations 

Words can often be

A double-edged-sword battle for me

In la-la-lah-lah-love

La-la-lah-lah-love

La-la-lah-lah-love

La-la-lah-lah-love

I'm moving on, for all you care

These feelings make for quick repair

And it seems it's not a one sides affair.

Curves (This Is The Place)

This is the place 

It's where I joined the human race

The shag pile, mission, open face

Bricks, pull strings, lips, hip sliding things 

Shiny vinyl paints the scene

The organ fills the in-betweens

We're 3 and 5, he's 1, ears keen 

The melody's a breeze and life's the seas

Explanation's made of words

But life's made up of curves

As I shape a clay triceratops 

A best that I will never top

Or so it seems, but always in my dreams

I'll chase the black and gold and fly 

And hope to never wave goodbye

This is the place

It's where I left the human race

Cracked concrete bumps against the trolley base

As weight, with aches, threatens to break 

A grey mist paints the scene

An underground of in-betweens

Games, red, fire, roasts, the Island Queens

Music saves past's slaves, then sends me over waves

Explanation's made of words

But life's made up of curves

I considered which line looked the best

So why that one and not the rest?

My Queen, the one always in my dreams 

We'll chase the black and gold and fly

And hope to never wave goodbye 

But when we do, I'll cherish every moment spent with you.

Rocking Chair (Something True)

Rocking chair, right by the weather-beaten door.
I wouldn't care, if my feet still didn't touch the floor.
But now they do, and now that you
Are more than something black and blue, I say, 
Just tell me something true.

My favourite shirt has holes, and in places I can't hide
So should it go? If it still fits me then I really don't see why
What should I do? It's time to choose,
But with so much still to lose, I say,
Just tell me something true

Because I'd like to change my tune.
And not walk a different path in these same clothes each afternoon.
I'd settle for a clue.
Just tell me something true.

Rocking chair, wearing grooves into the floor.
If I didn't care, would I show myself the door?
What's there to prove, and who to?
Is it time for something new, I say,
Just tell me something true.

Which shirt should stay, and which should definitely go.
I tried them every way, and still don't really know.
I always liked bright blue, I still do, whether round, buttoned or crew, I say,
Just tell me something true.

Because I'd like to change my tune.
And not walk a different path in these same clothes each afternoon.
I'd settle for a cue.
Just tell me something true.

I've watched a lot go by
In my rocking-chairing life.
And it all seemed so worth time
I was learning by the knife 
One thing I know for sure
Is I'm really great at rocking 
By this weather-beaten door
Here next to you
Saying the only thing that's true
That's what I do, no less will do

This is the one thing that is true