'There is another sun clouded over with meticulous care': a collaborative project originally created as a hand-made book/insert for the ((sounder)) record.

Devil did you lead the way this time

   When were you to surface in a quiet conversation
   or a thunderclap

   And now were you a crow's beak, black against the sky,
   or a neon light

   The glow was soon eclips-ed of the fireflies had
   drifted to another night

   When exactly do we stumble, me and you, into
   another kind of light

   oh devil did you lead the way this time.

Hearts don't break like cinderblocks

   I went to find you but you were floating in
   the ocean on a closet door
   I went to find you but you were dial tones in
   a telephone instead
   I went to find you but you were eyelids in a
   flutter in a dream
   I went to find you but you screaming from a
   tree branch in a field

   Hearts don't break like cinderblocks; hearts don't.
   break like plates you threw against the wall.
   in some dramatic explosion.
   They just shrivel up and die inside a
   chest sometime night without a sound.

You're really taking it well (about your invisible hell)

   If there's a flood tonight that's alright
   You've disappeared into the ground
   With all the blushing shame I conveyed
   And a screaming mouth

   The wind froze up in your hair/the sky was quiet and bare
   What broke apart in the waves/ that you stood over all day
   I saw you hunching in pain/the tide rose over your mouth

   You're really taking it well/ about your invisible hell

   Your words all turned into fog/and drifted into the sky
   And rained on us later that day/ we almost drown in the flood

Hearts don't break like cinderblocks

   I went to find you but you were floating in
   the ocean on a closet door
   I went to find you but you were dial tones in
   a telephone instead
   I went to find you but you were eyelids in a
   flutter in a dream
   I went to find you but you screaming from a
   tree branch in' a field

   Hearts don't break like cinderblocks; hearts don't,
   break like plates you threw against the wall.
   in some dramatic explosion.
   They just shrivel up and die inside a
   chest sometime at night without a sound.

Devil did you lead the way this time

   When were you to Surface in a quiet conversation
   or a thunderclap

   And now were you a crow's beak, black against the sky,
   of a neon light

   The glow was soon eclips-ed of the fireflies had
   drifted to another night

   When exactly do we stumble, me and you, into
   another kind of light

   oh devil did you lead the way this time.

I don't want you to burn

   If you don't believe in things like heaven ...
   you can get away with anything
   If you don't believe in things like love ...
   you can turn away from anyone

Drawing: Mel Kadel.