GALEN BARBOSE ~ drums, percussion LOU CHRISTOPULOS ~ bass SCOTT PETTERSEN ~ banjo, guitar JUDY RADILOFF ~ backup vocal ROLAND BRUCKNER ~ vocal, guitar, lap dulcimer, bouzouki, piano, percussion recorded and mixed by AARON PRELLWITZ at Tiny Telephone in San Francisco, 2006 mastered by JOHN GOLDEN cover design and layout by MARK FREDRICKS written and produced by ROLAND BRUCKNER many thanks to my family and friends

I want to dive in teach me to swim I want to fly away far off in space and find some strange old world so to begin at the end again • hold a thought on up as some kind of cure swirl in it I’ll sing on for you the quiet night pound away regret into memory down a faint idea the beat out blank stare you wear nowhere you stare at yourself in the mirror and utter it over and over again I am really here I am really here now you feel some resignation for what you’ve done scratch out all the words now they are all wrong you wear on down and what comes up is no new surprise are you able now to see yourself through someone else’s weary eyes • words are words it’s all they can be they hold no truth to me truth is a feeling to climb a tree and jump off to be a little further from the ground so I flew around for awhile and I landed on my head hey let’s get away from this place let’s get away I know a way • dawn right like a child laughing though the room chasing some imaginary friend singing tag you’re it I got you now count to ten ready or not here I come around again spun into a game and in this game is a maze and this maze is covered by a haze you try to win you try to find a way through to another dusk rolls out its blanket over the old man whose withered skin tells the tale of a borrowed land he whispers out a wish to catch and bury in as all the light goes down so time to burn the curtain • well I try to get back to when I used to know which way to go but every way I turn the road looks the same as it did yesterday and it throws me right off my aim still I can hear the distant breath of the sea calling for to carry me on back to where I believe in the paralyzing gleam of a dried up old dirty creek to my surprise I happen by my lost old friend slowly sinking in a muck of pretend he said where the hell you been well I was just out way past the end of my begin so I’m going around again • fell away under laying on down the way where you had gone down by the bridge far throwing stone all around the world on a fire song far gone now in void on out of your mind to find that you’re formless a perfect fit to mine so you sing your head on out of your mind to find that you’re formless a perfect fit to mine so I see you’re off to where I been gathering breath up for a swim dirty water sun drip gasoline but all well worth the scenery fall into a void • well I’m just an old hand me down all worn in and tossed around so many towns I’ve been through so long now I’ve been on the move well I’m just an old hand me down well I’m all tore up still you wear me you wear me down for days until finally you see that I don’t even fit you I don’t bend in the curve of your ways not the way you want me to so you let me fade away and so you hand me down and I’m passed around I’m sold and re-found cause I’m a hand me down • well hello I see that you are not here although I can see you it is not clear why you stare so don’t you recognize me float on over and introduce yourself to me well it’s been so long and my memory is failing I cannot tell anymore the truth from the dream where’d you run off to green island maybe someday I’ll join you and be as free • leaning against an old teetering fence and the sparks off her moods are loose again she remembers an ancient way to call on the ghost in the wall as we go back through time we take the long way around to be late and follow the sun into the rain and this taste is a familiar radiance all the places I knew of in youth I’ll stay here then and make no plan put to rest all care for silent stare • how they trample a feud with delicate acceleration for a hush up of tension with rung out rags up on the line as everyone passes their tales in a loop it fools even the greatest of delay and they sing the songs of their ancestors after supper’s dishes are all put away hear the cold air cry through the windows gap as the fire in its place crackles a smile to the faces of youth and age now happily astray from the outside rain that falls its way to the earth some now down in slumber found as the others stay up and smoke and play it up in love with the sound of their voices so loud that the children stir from their little dreamy worlds still the old they play it on up and wish for what has always been around as they watch the fire burn down the fire burns down