Wreaths

ruby

Coke Straw

Nightmare Perpetual

From All Light

nautical almanac

Shiver

cervine

Phantasmal (intro)

goin' back to haiti

lying lonely in a field with one thousand radio beacons

oh fields that know no sorrow

through winter on foot

piedmont aire

Adult Life

seemed to operate like loss of blood

the designing women of asbury park

O Like Falling Snow

i love me, dark wizard

...and they heard the wires sing

telegraphs to no-one

bury my tracks

leaves on the leaves on the ground

worried clouds rest on chimney stacks

I Mean, I'm Not Complaining, I'm Just, You Know...

O! Like Falling Snow

This Has Become A Trouble...Fallen Buildings Falling

from the sleeping wrecks

like breaths of thread

Untitled

whose ruins you all know well

Ribbons Like at the Nape of the Neck

He Skulked Behind A Curtian Yet

Goin Back to Haiti

ribbons, like at the nape of the neck

Never to Them

Phantasmal

seemed to operate like l

Sediment Bodies

ribbons, like at the nap

This has become a troub

Mere

Endings in Smoke and in Embers

He Skullked Behind A Curtain, Yet

I Mean, I'm Not Complaining, I'm Just, You Know

Fallen Buildings Falling

This Has Become A Trouble...

he skulked behind a curt

He Skulked Behind a Curtain, Yet

Black sands

Fallen Buildings Fallen