Shippers, don't go here.  This is so
anti-shipper you'll probably cry.  

This song is dedicated to my fellow LOONs and to Reade, who
is my copilot in the Kresge/Scully campaign.

Inside Out / "Inside Out" 
-- with nary an apology to Eve 6
                 

I would write out a note to tell Spooky we're through
but the lack of the Files would leave me nothing to do

not enough of the proof sends my boss through the roof
--Find nothing but proof of nothing

Want to put Spender and my phone
in a blender; watch it spin around to
a beautiful red goo --

Rendezvous then I'm through with you.

It burned -- burned like a pile of firewood
The work of sixty years
We were struck too dumb with shock for tears.
The papers burnt and blackened,
the disks all crisped and charred --
This work is getting way too hard.

I hear words that someone's saying
My partner's turning pale
My stomach turns and I exhale

{chorus}

I'm set for California
but not to see my bro
and kiss his slobbery pregnant wife.
I've had enough of family
Who lie and act concerned
when they don't care that it's my life.

{Chorus}

I think Kresge is the one I know who I need
to help me forget.
Just suntan with my eyes closed
sunset on the west coast
tie me to the bedpost 

I think Kresge is the one I don't know what I need
I don't know what I need here
Keep me blind on the west coast
Tie me to the bedpost

I would drop it all now and tell Spooky we're through 
but the lack of the Files would leave me nothing to do

So I swallow my hurt when he treats me like dirt
--I got nothing but proof of nothing

Wanna put my life and my work in the blender
bag all this crap and head down to KresgeLand

Rendezvous, now I'm through
now I'm through with you

Rendezvous
now I'm through with you.