we got big hot

in the desert in the sun
we got big hot
and the coast is clear
but of course it's not quite
close enough to here
and thus we make
our own escape
from the smogasphere
it's not where you go
it's what you do with what you know

we know
we know you know

we know our numbers
we know our letters
we know we're sick
we know when we are getting better
we know you number / (numb now)
we know you address
we know the feeling
when there's something coming at us

in this drought we're suffering
we grok our kin
true colors show
no one can wear disguises
when it's sweltering
but friend or foe
we must outgrow
our petty fears
i will not be ostracized
by that which does not unify

this abyss

if staring at the abyss is getting you down
then staring at the abyss is getting you down
you best brace yrself
yr falling out of bounds
this staring at the abyss is getting you down

and as you stare
the abyss gazes back also
this is to be expected
the void is not so proud
as to ignore a single soul

there's wisdom in this abyss
to pride do not succumb
and battle ye not with monsters
lest monster you become

if staring at the abyss is getting you down
then staring at the abyss is getting you down
ya best brace yrself
yr falling out of bounds
this staring at the abyss has gotten you down

artemis shot

shot arrow sharp
pierce
bird thru the heart
smooth archer
envision your mark
the art of the arc
tension takes you farther

artemis shot
deer
hunter of harts
departure
a gift from afar
is a flick of her arm
 mercy is not murder

it's the
quiver & the fletch
it's the
feather & the flesh
it's the gaming
of the quarry
and the catch

it's the
shiver & the shaft
it's the
splinter & the gash
it's the bristle
of the thistle
in the thatch

shot arrow sharp
pierce
bird thru the heart
smooth archer
envision your mark
the art of the arc
tension takes you farther

artemis shot
deer
hunter of harts
departure
a gift from afar
is a flick of her arm
and her mercy is not murder

minerva

and if you've been successful so far,

how much further do you expect it to go?

and if it's been nothing but roses so far

how much luckier do you think yr gonna get?

so go ahead - blow out the candles on the cake

select a series of stars to determine yr day,

it's not a question of faith

it's more the things that we love and we hate

have a funny way of sealing our fate

oh miverva -hold me in yr hands

oh miverva, tell me how wrong i am

and i've been sick with sin

and i don't do well without my vitamins

and if i'm not letting you in

there's nothing worth fighting for that i'm gonna win

so go ahead - show me the error of my ways

let us bear the slings and arrows against the cold malaise

it's like you told me before

not every window's a door

but thru the eyes of god we can see so much more

minerva

& it's been enlightening with you back in my skies

& my midnight's brightening as out clocks synchronize

yr in my head -so i release you with an axe

which is a far beter fate than the questions i would ask

it's not an issue of trust, it's just i miss you so muich

i don't know any more if i can look & not touch.

whistle song

and ain't it tragic
when the practitioners of magic
are boiled burned and badgered
it all but breaks my nose

I went to the witch doctor
he operated on my chakra
he mumbled jumbo never talked
and now I'm not so morose

(whistle chorus)

and all you warriors of atlantis
a couple lifetimes out of practice
you've got to reconfigure tactics
for this day and age

and all my sisters in the coven
with witchy brew and witchy lovin'
they're baking children in the oven
and keep my heart in a cage  - singing

(whistle chorus)

I had a vision of the rapture
a visitation with the masters
they said they're putting us to pasture
the piper's getting paid

so ladies polish up your crystals
ad fellas pucker up yr pistols
cuz when t all gets apocolyptal
everyone gets laid

(yet more whistling)

been so long

it's been so long I have been waiting been waiting so long
it's been so long I have been waiting been waiting so long

and won't you rise
against the forzen seas inside
crack the ice
and come down with fire
you can tell me twice
and you can tell me twice
you're preaching to my choir
you caught me in the rye
your wish is my desire

it's been so long I have been waiting been waiting so long
it's been so long I have been waiting been waiting so long

you never told me your name
but I'll always know you face
cuz I've never been the same
since I caught a glimpse of grace
open up the eyes
with signs sent to remind us
beakons un the sky
oh let them find us

moonshine

the last time we did anything good
we drank moonshine
on the hood of my car
I was snowblind
but i thought I could see
the answers I saught
sitting right in front of me
so we made out in the taxi
and made our way back to the lab
we sized eachother up
and in the dark we took a stab

but I can't see you for the moonshine
and I can't see you for the moonshine
the light it never leaves you in the moon-shine
and I can all but see you for the moon

the last time I saw you at all
it was through a reinforced plexiglass door
at the psych wing of the hosptal
and the very next day - they drove you away
and they say
that these kind of things get better with time
is it true? are you better?
cuz I'm doing fine
I'll write you a letter

(moonshine chorus)

the lasting impression I get
is of a beesting on your lower lip
I'm not singing this meaning this to be mean
just cleaning out th old latrine
and I know
I'll see you in the dreamscape
selling secrets and grace
with the word forgiven
written in your face