I enjoy parentheses

Introduction:
How hard can it be to write a song? Really? All you need is some good subject matter, and let me tell you there is plenty of worthy fodder for those who are willing to wax lyrical regarding the mundane and the matter of living. And so, a collection of short songs, for your enjoyment. My apologies to anyone who isn't Nat.

Acknowledgements:
Thanks to nat and jason and owen Ray, my best sources of inspiration for this album and, Australia for it's slightly ridiculous always amusing street names. I'm no Joey Deschanel and I can't sing any better than Scuttle but I think they have potential... with a little work maybe.

mannequins
browsing, for treasures
antique shops are troves
but lurking and watching
are dummies in droves

so silently stalking
as carelessly you shop
peripherally visioned
your guard you can't drop

a strange childish game
of red light, green light
the mannequins play
with the holes in your sight

was that there before?
aloud you may say
creeped out and hungry
you wave it away

saucy fellow
standing on the street
there's a saucy fellow
he might be a creep
but probably he's mellow
what's it really mean?
are we being shallow
should we get a treat
probably marshmallow

Parramatta rd. traffic song
sitting in traffic, go
stop, like an old printer,
short bursts of forward movement, stop,
go, can't go over it
wait there
can't go around it
not fair
the school end crawl
in slow motion
got to wade through it
wait now
wish I had...
dilithium crystals
so sad
stop. go. sigh.

the answer to all questions
(save one) (co-written by Jason Ray)
what would you like for dinner?
your face
what can I get you?
your face
you know what I like?
your face
did you hear about sparkly vampire babies?
your face
would you like fries with that?
your face
did you know they operate on lions?
your face
did you eat your pickles?
your face
what game would you like to play?
your face
could I have a hand?
your face
guess what?
chicken butt!
(your face)

pumpkin face
pumpkin face
you've got the cutest little
pumpkin face
just the orangest little
supper trace
no one could call you
a disgrace
cause you're the cutest little
pumpkin face

I enjoy parentheses
hello my friend,
there are so many reasons
I love you.
When I talk mock
sparkly vampire babies
and such,
and am a silly billy
you laugh with me.
(and love me stilly)
I love that you make
time for me coma
and call me names
that show I'm dear
to you.
When you dictate texts coma
you include punctuation ellipses

but I don't mind.
because I enjoy parentheses.

I sing a lot, not well, and still
you're attuned to my heart,
your hands lift my prayers
even though I move coma
and your cooking is gourmet.
You introduce me as
your best friend
from Canada, I like that
a lot. It makes me feel special.
And I like that we
have inside jokes
a repertoire really coma
that strangely aren't really jokes ellipses

but I don't mind.
Because I enjoy parentheses.

I'm pretty sure
that if I still had a fridge
it'd have a jar of pickles
contained within it
that would make me smile.
Being with you
makes my heart glad,
that my load is
covered coma
otherwise I'd get a fine
but that's ok ellipses

because I enjoy parentheses
and I know you do as well.

Gray Stains
take a moment to think the better
the seconds count for this gray sweater
once was dry but now is wetter
favorite things don't last forever

Grace Danes, she wore it out now has
grease stains french fries and mayo make
street names misunderstood for the
gray stains where shall we go?
where shall we go?

felt a chill cause of the weather
damp and gray not wearing leather
waterlogged light as a feather
think myself still rather clever

Grace Danes, she wore it out now has

grease stains french fries and mayo make

street names misunderstood for the

gray stains where shall we go?

where shall we go?

Alright... so I'll probably never be a famous lyricist. That is ok. I miss the people that make Sydney worth visiting. Very. Feel better.