Convocation sixteen years down. a million to go. on the bed, at the end, I hope they all know we made ourselves proud. we did ourselves well. and in the end, we did it ourselves. i'm looking forward to looking back on ourselves. convocation. when we will get out.

this is the first song we ever wrote. it's about graduating from school forever and actually looking forward to everything to come. kinda' a reverse companion piece to schools to learn, cities to burn. you can hear a clip if you click on the title of the song.eric

this song changes everytime we play it. it's kind of like our 3-minute jam.eric

The Girl Who Looks Like Sarah, Again i'm eating july like cotton candy and september's my stomach ache. stuck my hand in nettles again. made me think of last may. tired in oxford, seven pounds in my hand. thirty seconds to go a thousand miles. you said you were tired. i saw the girl who looks like sarah again. hear you knew me through a friend - can't seem to lose you. where will it end?

Isabel isabel are you out there? isabel are you listening to me? said i was sorry for. said i was sorry before. said i was sorry for. can't say i'm sorry anymore. and all those nights we talked and all those nights spent upon basement stools and all those times we sat there never holding hands just like fools. you were my best friend i was your best friend. you told everything to me. now all i have. are your words. it's been ten years now, and i said i was sorry before. but seven hundred miles is so far for a boy and girl in love. are you out there, can you hear me, are you listening to me? i wrote this song for you, i wrote this song for you. you have my words.

at the beginning of this song, we give shout outs. e-mail us one if you want to.eric

there was quite an "incident" involving this song. we will never speak of it again.eric

450 American Dollars (May/December Romance) like a may/december romance, you dressed just like the weather, never better, never worse. always just four years behind. just always four years behind. i never meant to be your better. i always meant for things to get better. bloomington to bloomington we laughed. sharing favorite dinners we didn't know we had. my hands made knots of all your clothes. you're the secret not even you know. i'm december to your may.

Statuemaker i can't seem to find you anywhere, amy. it never occured to me that you could be in someone else's backyard. I never imagined you running around with anyone else playing freeze tag. i never imagined you catching a ball thrown by anyone other than me. and i never thought you'd trade me in even for that kid from two doors down who's always teasing you. your mother said you went out to play with another boy. is that the way your going to be now amy. would you ever let him statuemaker you so that you were kissing him right on the lips. i can't seem to find you anywhere, amy. i'll bet you infinity to one you're out in the woods with him, in our tree house. i bet you're telling him all those things you swore you'd never tell anyone, like the time i held your hand and i asked you to marry me. oh amy, why did you leave?

this song was written about five years ago. when dth was still a glimmer in your daddy's eyes.eric

when you call long distance across time zones on AT&T, this woman's voice tells you what time it is where you're calling. does she just sit one day and say every combination of minute and hour so they have the soundclips to play?eric

Even Over Lines automated voices and eastern standard time. i listen to the buzzing here in the dark alone. my body feels slow, compressed, dangling far from home. my spine stretches back the miles, nerves focused in on you. (even over lines) i can tell by the way you breathe, holding me though you cannot see me. you're a fiber-optic angel, phantom kisses brushing closer, the best i've ever known. ten hours of driving puts me one ahead of you. moutains and red clay at ninety-one degrees. the space between your shoulder blades is all that i call home. let me rest my head there now, sleeping all alone. the prettiest kate in christendom. (even over lines you've never seen) the fairest kate in christendom.

Get Away From Me, I'm Almost Better i smoke too much, but i can't get your smell off my hands. i hate you, but i like your new haircut, its really very pretty. my only regret, after all this, is your regret. i only wish that after all this, you didn't care quite so much. those summer days are gone and i have nothing to remember you by, but the bathroom never seemed as clean as the day that you said goodbye. it only took an hour to have you crumbling, crumbling down.

eric was rushed to the hospital after popping a blood vessel in his forehead while singing this. ask him about the scar.eric

gem is a light fixture store in mt. greenwood, il. This is about deja vu caught in the act.mike

The Long Distance Event in this place, she has darker hair and faded shirts. empty parking lots, i have no car, but on brighter nights, the lights are visible. the gem marquee? simply standard, until the night design cast us perfectly. gave us time to learn our lines. in this room, we're lit by flames, no faded blue or blanket forts. we have no weekend, but this dusk tonight, i still might see. silent harmonies, soothing rewards, melting, the moonshine swirled us perfectly. gave us time to combine. she said, "baby, turn around so i can see the lights."

Smells Like Sandboxes they look like kids again, with short sleeved shirts and dirty faces. the sun is back again. when we're together, is this our weather? or do you like winter? you can't deny the spring its children or the gifts it leaves. you can't rely on spring and people crossing your path with rolling feet. do you sleep in the day and think the moon is all you have? lay on your back and look where the stars were last night. giggle, then laugh so loud, you've been waiting for a sky this bright all your life. spooning in sun beams and mocking our bad dreams. this is our weather alright.

an old cadence song. (cadence was mike, pete & dan action). we stole it while we were in a rut.mike

went through about 10 different bridges until we found the one we liked. this will appear on MUD record's "crane alley" comp.eric/mike

Pillar of Salt on a night like tonight, i should be david not job. but make no mistake, love, every night is forty when you're slouching towards bethelhem to be born. get on the road and run. You give everything. you're looking back iron lungs! i took everything. bring it on, bring it on. bring all of your plagues down on top of me. if i built a tower to the sky, you'd reach your hand out and swat that fucker down. you're a dead language. your prospero's books. i'd be a pillar of salt with all my last looks.

Schools To Learn, Cities To Burn buy and sell. that's what i do, i'm good at it. i worked hard so i could work. sitting on a record while it turns, i'll get off if it stops where bricks connect the sky to the crops and shoot the light on down. chicago keeps an eye on me. i'll never be a silver man unless i formulate a plan to buy and sell. that's what i do, i'm good at it. everybody's got to work. schools to learn, cities to burn. drawing should have been my major, instead they have me calling strangers, but hopefully, my marina's going to catch me when i've got glowing eyes, the wine's all gone, and i never had a plan. schools to learn, cities to burn. i'm a fire making waves.

i'm really scared to leave college. see you in hell motherfucker.mike