Calima What’ve you got … I got a box of chocolates What’ve you got … A bottle of wine What’ve you got … I got a handlebar mustache What’ve you got … Too much time What’ve you got … I got a nice warm jacket What’ve you got … This tree to climb What’ve you got … I got a wicker basket What’ve you got … You on my side What’ve you lost … I lost all my friendships What’ve you lost … My favorite shoes What’ve you lost … Awe, I lost my grip, man What’ve you lost … Most of my blues What’ve you lost … I lost all my money What’ve you lost … Oh I lost my way What’ve you lost … My big pot of honey What’ve you lost … I lost something to say What’ve you got … I got a slice of pizza What’ve you got … Opinions to turn What’ve you got … I got an ice cold soda What’ve you got … All these things to earn What’ve you got … I got a box of matches What’ve you got … All these bridges to burn What’ve you got … I got too much believing What’ve you got … All these things to learn What’ve you got … I got a box of chocolates What’ve you got … A bottle of wine What’ve you got … I got a handlebar mustache What’ve you got … Nothing but time What’ve you got … I got a hot new jacket What’ve you got … A big tree to climb What’ve you got … I got a wicker basket What’ve you got … You on my side

Dual:Duel Who’s knocking at my door? I wasn’t expecting, I don’t believe you Mine is buried under the floor I’m just collecting, what else should I do? Now you’re gonna hear me roar Go on and do it, is this even real? You got me rattled to my core Hand on the pistol Hand on the steering wheel ---------------------------------------------------------- I’m leaning back in my chair You should be providing, you should provide more Playing and the cards are laid bare Why are you waiting? What are you waiting for? I hear you fine but I don’t care Hand on the lever Hand breaking the seal A target, let me steel my stare Hand on the pistol Hand on the steering wheel ---------------------------------------------------------- I’m probably going to throw a fit You keep talking fair. What in the hell is fair? The signal fire has been lit O man the wreckage, who sent up the flare? Not sure it’s something I can quit Hand on the heart, Hand reaching to feel A flash of fingers flip the switch Hand on the pistol, Hand on the steering wheel ---------------------------------------------------------- Who’s moving in next door? I wasn’t expecting, I don’t believe you My feet are resting on the floor I’m just reflecting, what else should I do? Now you’re gonna hear me roar I know I can do it, no way this is real You got me rattled to my core Hand on the pistol Hand on the steering wheel

Bury Me in Denver Now I’m sharp and cold as a butcher’s knife Perhaps I’m ready now to take on a wife I’ll let you stab me still and stab me right Another moment with you and I’ll die and die And I’ll be buried well smiling at the sky _____________________________________ Cause maybe the time spent with everyone else Was just a contrast of what I knew of myself But if your trail was closer to me Who knows who I might have turned out to be But thinking like that doesn;t help me see The road up ahead _____________________________________ My handkerchief rags and my boots are worn A helluva a ride from mountain air to lakeshore I remember you best under the city's elm trees As I jumped a train eastbound to Milwaukee But when I left you I no longer knew me Oh, goddamn these Denver doldrums Their stifling stillness has run me gone The stars that aligned used to call my name Now they’ve all novad into crying shames When I look all it all seems aflame

But, I’m an Artist Once again I stayed up late/ So I could have another drink A sly way for me to pretend/ That I’m a diggin’ deep thinker Or is just another way/ For me to skip out on sleep Where my dreams are just some sad fantasy island of a drinker But isn’t this how art is made, exploring the hours we ignore Emotions we rarely taste, with the precision of a tinker? When I consider that someone right now is dying And I’m here telling myself that I’m probably lying And all the screamers in hell, ticklish with their violence It’s hard for me to ignore the world’s perfect silence Then the minutes go unheard/ Friends and family start to seep in Another hour with this word/ I think it’ll lose its meaning. The colors take their shape, my loneliness starts to sink in Goddamn it’s getting late but my eyes have stopped blinkin’ Is this how art is made? Exploring the hours you abhor? Emotions can lose their taste, maybe I should stop drinkin’ How I’ve tried to bury it all away/ It’s not like I really have something to say Maybe someone will notice it today/ Who the hell knows? It’s coming out either way Then the eyelids start to drift, another wasted evening Should I even write this down, right now I could be dreaming But if I don’t finish this here, it’ll never start breathing She turns over in bed, such an empty feeling This is how art is made, another creaking floor An artist’s masquerade, I guess this is believing

Circle (For Milo, Sufi, Samson) Are you lonely, are you lonely, are you worried about where you're going? Or are you swimming in the lake? What a journey, are you worried, about where you’re going, how's it going? What if there's a slight mistake? The shape of a circle is the best that we can do So ride the perfect curvature and you will become you The past is mostly a promise of the truth Let's raise a mast and sail and see if you can break on through Go ahead and trust your feelings, trust the seasons, you should believe 'em You will know by swimming in the lake Grow a garden, beg a pardon, try to never go too far in, love till you make a slight mistake Nothing will be easy what's asked of you It will seem like every angle is lit by the moon The past is mostly a promise of the truth Let's raise a mast and sail and see if you can break on through Are you lonely, are you lonely, are you worried about where you're going? Or are you swimming in the lake? What a journey, are you worried, about where you’re going, how's it going? What if there's a slight mistake? There's so much I wish I could explain to you And still the hours I have left to learn could fill a book or two The past is mostly a promise of the truth Let's raise a mast and sail and see if you can break on through But there's so much I wish I could explain to you But there's so much I wish I could say to you Raise a mast and sail and see if you can break on through

Medley The inches between only added to it all The shadows that hung around her could not prevent the fall But I'll try, try, try…though I could not say this to her eyes I'd rather die, die, die, than love a stranger in the skies It was dawn, the church bells still hung, aching to ring but first must come the son The steeple sneered, looking down at me below, truly believing, that's all you need to know And the willow, it's roots just holding on, ready to topple, the river moving along But at the dock, the boat just swayed its sway, I'll up the oars, work my back when the confluence cascades my way A curse echoed through, but she was nowhere near The spring time snow once made it all so crystal clear But I will go, go , go when the leaves fall from her tree She'll say no, no, till the madness is at ease New year comes, and the mighty Fitz was brought to its knees Even the Sault at St. Marie shut her eyes, cried, “Please, be a dream!” But it was gone, gone, gone, before a soul could be saved I was wrong, wrong, wrong, to think it would work out another way

misanthrope (or how to murder a rhyme) you saw the sun you saw the sun/ you thought it was god when you saw the sun you raised that tool and spilled the blood/ you farmed the land you knew you had won you counted the stars but you were the only one/ you built a wheel and carried on and on you rode a wave until space was gone/ you learned the sea so you could cut and run what have you done … you dug up some gold and declared it law/you toppled the land but didn’t watch it fall you lied and said he was the only son/ you wrote it down in stone for the museum you stole the light and put it in a gun/ you stole the land you knew you had won you put numbers to page and then god succumbed/ you bent waves of light and set foot to drum what have you done … you put some in chains to keep up the fun/ you put more in cages by the ton you burned the decay and added up the sum/ you rode on the air and declared where you were from you built to the sky just to stand above/ you blew up the world to show how far you’d come you walked on the moon another ladder rung/ you bought up the waves for your serpent tongue what have you done … you cleaned it up pretty but for only some/ you pulled the wool tight until your eye was numb* you heard some cry out and so you have begun/ to elevate your sins from underneath your thumb* you put it all out from the mountain top/ you sang the loudest song that you can never stop* you danced on the graves in the shade of the sun/ you danced on the graves to a modern anthem* what have you done …

Flow Well, I’ve seen a women on the river bed, she drank too much and then she was dead, oh no And further down my own mother cried, but just inside till she was 45, it’s too late But I don’t want to see you girl where the flow gets rough and the water spills, down down I met a man who told me twice, live while you’re young, it’s twice as nice. Oh yeah? Oh yeah … I saw that man further down the shore, drinking his gin, looking twice as old, wrinkled skin But I don’t want to see you girl where the flow gets rough and the water spills, down down So river if you must take my gal, keep her afloat and keep her well, she’s my love And if you turn white and treat her unkind, let my raft be the first in line, please please ‘Cause I don’t want to see you girl where the flow gets rough and the water spills, down, down So know before you jump, if you don’t look, you might not come back up, drown drown And if that’s true, if that must be, reach your hand up and it’ll be me, love love ‘Cause I don’t want to see you girl where the flow gets rough and the water spills, down, down

Chili, chili, chili, chili I love chili, I know that sounds silly O! Veggies and sauces and spices and meat! Cook it in a pot, doesn't that sound neat? Chili, chili, chili, chili Pass some chili, do it really really quickly I know it doesn't look all too appetizing But it'll warm your belly without compromising Chili, chili, chili, chili Serve me some chili like a Michigan hillbilly No bowls or flatware or anything nice Mugs and paper cups will perfectly suffice Chili, chili, chili, chili Load up my chili with something really filling O! Give me that texture of crackers and cheese Stir it till it melts then give it back to me, please! Chili, chili, chili, chili, chili, chil-e Chili, chili, chili, chili, chili, chil-e