Reckoning
by Debbie Andrews and Mike Blaxill

They're using war to drive their numbers up
Using fear so we won't show up
The streets all look deserted
No matter how many people are there
Dreams laid up waiting
And now they're all that's left to think about

All the gangsters own the store
No one's listening anymore
There's nothing underneath the skin
This must be a reckoning

They troll for scraps to feed them back to you
On big TVs, the only thing to do
I'm almost forgotten
I'm going down the memory hole
Look behind the curtain
They're building up their castle, it's your jail

All the gangsters own the store
No one's listening anymore
There's nothing underneath the skin
This must be a reckoning

The circle swam
The roses fell
It's how I know that this is not the dream

All the gangsters own the store
No one's listening anymore
There's nothing underneath the skin
This must be a reckoning

Dog On A Skylight
by Debbie Andrews and Mike Blaxill

How to walk on what you see
It's a long way down
With all those echos of the light
Can't turn around

Sometimes
I feel like a dog on a skylight
Stepping through air like a pilot
Sometimes

Can't stay seated on the throne
There's danger there
You're allright following the chain
A voice somewhere

Sometimes
I feel like a dog on a skylight
Stepping through air like a pilot
Sometimes

The stars are coming through the skylight
They look like diamonds on the floor

Silence settles in between
Protecting you
Daydream, faithful as a curse
You won't fall through

Sometimes
I feel like a dog on a skylight
Stepping through air like a pilot
Watching the stars through the violet
Sometimes

Dead Ends and the Glory
by Debbie Andrews and Mike Blaxill

All forms are dead
An all is known since 1958
We don't read the news
It's only yesterday
Don't need a memory, that map is gone
And later it all will be the same

Like a light that's burned too long
Like a rock already thrown
Borrow dreams for stepping stones
The dead ends and the glory
Keep coming back as time

Making the waves
For you to ride, to keep you from the fall
Open up the age
A chance to find it all
Out on the road of the holy void
With Garden of Eden eyes

Like a light that's burned too long
Like a rock already thrown
Borrow dreams for stepping stones
The dead ends and the glory
Keep coming back as time

Feel You
by Mike Blaxill

All I'd seen could never last
All I knew was all I had
There were visions of you
Just enough to pull me on
I could feel you, yeah

Waited all the silent years
Found the space between my tears
Kissed the generation
With the songs that they passed on
I could feel you
Yeah, I could feel you

I find the picture of my home
In a fire that burns alone
I see the revolution
Every time I see you smile
I can feel you
Yeah, I can feel you

He Dreams Alone
by Debbie Andrews

He doesn't even know
He doesn't want to take the time
To change his mind
About love

He doesn't even know
When love becomes a game of solitaire
It's time to go
It's time to go

Counting on memories
And all the things he'd say
If she would come back
It's just a miracle away

He doesn't even know
He could have a chance at real love
When he lets her go

He doesn't even know
The hope of love with her he dreams about
He dreams alone
He dreams alone

Turn up the night
It's something she would say
Turn off these lights
Don't take this miracle away

He doesn't understand
Why the one he tried so hard
To keep there in his hands
Just walked away

Running Past Rosetta
by Debbie Andrews and Mike Blaxill

Born with pieces of river sunsets
Locked in a box
Owns the shadows of people walking
High above the cost

Running past Rosetta with the eyes that cannot see
Painted with a smile that says "don't you want to be me?"

Grew in spaces filled with presents
Blocking the light
Walks alone through crowds of people
With no one in sight

Running past Rosetta with the eyes that cannot see
Painted with a smile that says "don't you want to be me?"

Sunshine Hotel
by Debbie Andrews and Mike Blaxill

I'm getting slow lately
My aim is off
What I shoot down's not what I need
I've seen the end of the world
And this ain't it
Eternal evidence of life

We got two Jesus Christs staying here
At the Sunshine Hotel
Living down the hall in 2A
Long white robes and all

Thought of escaping
Through the technicolor door
But burned up beauty is still smoking
It's true that everything I am
I overheard
I'll tap these phones and get some more

We got two Jesus Christs staying here
At the Sunshine Hotel
Living down the hall in 2A
Long white robes and all

One time the wrong people
Got put in charge
They stole the future from
The people they hadn't met yet

We got two Jesus Christs staying here
At the Sunshine Hotel
Living down the hall in 2A
Long white robes and all

You can be just who you say you are
At the Sunshine Hotel
Got the all night hang in 2A
There's wine and bread for all

Crumbling Wall
by Debbie Andrews

Like a crumbling wall
She was once so strong
Pieces coming down
Pieces holding on

She wants, she misses
Everything

All the real estate
Tieing up your faith
Playing hide and seek
With what you think you need

She wants, she misses
Everything

All winners and users
The meaning eludes her
The spotlight roams for grace

I guess we hang on
To what we thought was true
Even when the dream
Has let go of you

She wants, she misses
Everything

End of the World
by Debbie Andrews and Mike Blaxill

Newspapers say it's the end of the world
Boys and girls becoming god-fearing
A big old comet is heading our way
Some say we'll soon be disappearing

Well, well now here's what I'm thinking
Let's head on down to the swimming hole
Well, well now here's what I'm thinking
Let's swim out deep where the water is cold

Sidewalk preachers are out competing
Hear em screaming and waving their bibles
The radio sings bout the days of malaise
In a phrase, the downward spiral

Well, well now here's what I'm thinking
Let's head on down to the swimming hole
Well, well now here's what I'm thinking
Let's swim out deep where the water is cold

We'll walk inside of a cartoon
We'll float downstream on a lagoon
We'll hear the calling of a loon
And like true lovers we will swoon

They're spending all their money in the penny arcades
Betting way too late their luck will get better
The time on the clock tower seems to be slowing
As if it's knowing this ain't forever

Well, well now here's what I'm thinking
Let's head on down to the swimming hole
Well, well now here's what I'm thinking
Let's swim out deep where the water is cold