i wanted to write a new song
but didn't know just what to say
thought that if i start typing
it would come out anyway

i've never written anything
that wasn't about a pretty girl
but this song just ain't about you
though you're the prettiest in the world

no, this songs about a band i know
i met them actually tonight
they're called OZMA and they rock!
and they roll! they roll all night!

OZMA
the greatest band in the world
OZMA
maybe we'll open for you some day
OZMA
your keyboard player's hot
even though she didn't give me
any play

Coffee (Kyna's Song)

the light has not taken its place
the will remain ours
a single raindrop falls in place
we would wish if we could only see the stars

i stand and bask in teh Son
your beauty an effervescent glow
a fleeting encapsulation
if only i could never let go

what do we do
what do we do
when i'm not sleeping
and your work is through
if i can see
you here with me
then we'll drive until
we can get some decent coffee

i pray that it will not have been in vain
on my knees, God take my hand
this demon on my back be slain
as long as it coincides with your plan

the april rain will carve in me a hole
to watch it fall and your eyes shine is all i need
this weight took its toll
my eyes ungilded and bright, i can see

what do we do
what do we do
when i'm not sleeping
and your work is through
if i can see
you here with me
then we'll drive until
we can get some decent coffee

what do we do
what do we do
when i'm not sleeping
and your work is through
we'll stay right here
and i'll hold you dear
have i told you you
intoxicate me

i don't need to stinkin' coffee

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Been sitting silent in the basement
for more than two hundred days
Counting and marking
increments with a pen

Upon his wrist the ink will seep
deep down into his skin
for simple lack of something
more permanent

I've tried to make an influence
to break the trance, to give him hope
i tried to tell him that
there is something greater

That some purpose lies unseen,
something bigger than ourselves.
His memory too weak
to resuscitate her.

His lips are cracked, face is gaunt
Symptoms of death to which he'll succumb
he's listening for a message that cannot come
that will not come
she will not come.