A dog, the past-midnight suburbs
Entering by the only road
A baseball bat is as good as anything
Clouds decaying
We slaughtered the cattle, burned the fields
Illegal dreams
And we've surely lost our way
I dreamt of home but it was burning
Propeller
What of dignity?
Across water, across time
Not as yellow as expected
A truth for the dark or for the pillow
Don't talk to me about love, talk about Prague
It's not the best view
There's a Fog Upon L.A.
Something of Value
If you must walk on water, make it look like it's tricky
Stone to Stone
X-997-0/A You are an error.
Don't sit in my father's chair
Marzipan
A soldier with black skin took my gun
They have sent us this way, down a dusty road
It started with a stabbing, outside a pub
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