Lyrics for Breaking The Ground Loop:

Bleed You know I really need to see you face to face You know my seams are stretched a million miles away I never get alarmed but I never get through it Every time you do it, stunts your growth away Well you know if you’re decaying by the smell And if you never need the heat on you’re in hell Never said a word that wouldn’t always ruin it Walk right through it when the light says go. Do you get beaten to the ground? Do you go swimming just to drown? Do you get damage to your head? Do you just bleed into the snow to turn it red? You know I’d really love to see you when you’re sane But your face is always scrunched up in your pain Standing in the light, your funny nose and glasses. Speaking to the masses, seeming very plain. You know you always seem so fearless when you fly. You pick the shards of glass out of your eyes. I never could know if I could ever get through it. When you gonna do it? Where’s your flight or fight? Crutches I can’t tell you need it right Sometimes we can’t get enough Dazed and ill while I was gone So why can’t you feel it now It's so weird without you So I'll buy another way Age old fear your spirit dies Miles to go and none elapse When I sweat you fan yourself It's so weird without you It's so weird here without you Long to save something Long to please your head Goes and throws your crutch away One more day One more day One more day Please don’t take your dream so sad Feel I make you make it bad bills who play have gone away I'll somehow make you blame yourself It's so weird without you It's so weird here without you Dim It's just a way you promised to feel. Is play pretend preferred to what's real? Where do you go from here? Where do you disappear? How do you burn so clear, when you're so dim? It's in the eyes, the vacancy stare. A double life, a singular pair. Where do you go from here? Where do you disappear? How can you burn so clear, when you're so dim? It's no surprise all the things you feared most in life all come to pass Your fall remains and engraves itself in your gut wrenching feeling, Feeling, Feeling, Feeling, Feeling so faint It's ok to pretend that no one is there. You shiver; you’re naked and bathed in your fear. Where do you go from here? Where do you disappear? How can you burn so clear, when you're so dim? It's no surprise all the things you feared most in life all come to pass Your fall remains and engraves itself in your gut wrenching feeling, Feeling, Feeling, Feeling, Feel your gut wrenching feeling (It's all I know, it's all I know, it's all I broke, it's all I know) Special Wish that I was like the other kids who played on my walk. Used to be so observant, before my eyes were shot. Out where my teeth have grown so long, they roll down into my neck to kill me. Why did you make me special? (Oh what'd you do to me?) Why did make special? (Oh why did you choose me?) Why did you bless me at all? Used to run with such a fever, my forehead so hot. Used to speak in such a seizure, while swallowing my tongue. Out where my teeth have grown so long, they roll down into my neck to kill me You can't play if you're up and your syndrome is down. Just a face in a cage when your head isn't round. Left front strange, lose your change, when you hit the ground Cookie Eva's drunk it seems so sad, she falls down when she hails her cab. Proudly displays her ballroom gown, drinks champagne like it's soda. Has she wrapped herself? Has she wrapped herself? Has she wrapped herself? Is she wrapped to tight for me? Bandies about the upper hand, the world's most unprofessional band. Go to her house, it makes you strange. She’s trading her handshakes for blowjobs. Has she drank herself? Has she drank herself? Has she wrapped herself? Is she wrapped to tight for me? Tries to trace to one event when slightly crazed turned dangerous. And swallowing the full amount Will lead to drowning inside out Charles M. Have you seen that Lucille She’s got my ball Is it Adam and Eve Or nothing at all We were supposed to meet By the swings today In the park down the street Where I go to play She pulls it away I fell on my face That mean old Lucille She hates my dog He just dances with people And has strange thoughts She digs the kid up the street And the music he plays I tell her my problems But she makes me pay She pulls it away I fell on my face I fell on my face Sometimes I think she sees inside to my gilded soul Sometimes I think I could be anyone Anyone at all When I go to play She pulls it away I fell on my face When she pulls it away Just anyone Secretive You say your failure's so opaque Send your players out to play Piece of earth Takes your breath It drowns your grass with rain You say your head is off the path And so your body's in a wreck Pay your gate Secretive It skins your graphs away Time is out of once again Fear is that it feels so safe. You say the same is all the same You feel the strength run from your legs Pay the band So drawn out It marks your calendar day Tried to save you tried to get away Tries to see you, drives away Tried to save you, tried to leave you It feels just like I can’t come back And I feel like I’m just a broken man. Corduroy Dancers Too worried cold and dirty Wet my candle, you're perfect in my light You overtake your candy. The schoolyard hoods or a barn of pigs The sun never shines on it never Basques in it's light Producing wormy apples She weaves a common thread When she brandishes her strange clothes She overcompensates when she's afraid The ducks in a row that all roar with laughter The rifleman says hey you've gotta shoot them on sight Would you say that's an even fight? There’s noise in the air from the corduroy dancers No one has told them that friction is conducive to their heat Smoldering their pants leg She weaves a common thread When she brandishes her strange clothes She overcompensates when she's afraid Of all her great unknowns She overcompensates when she's afraid Of all her great unknowns Her great unknowns Her great unknowns Hollow Hollow when you feel you're feelin' hollow when you feel you've got to swallow when you feel you're feelin' hollow when you feel that it feels right to walk away from just the air in an empty space so you watch your ball as it bounce away and you feel a million pounds of weight lifting. feels so light without the weight you drag me down with Caesar Romero Speaking your part Reeling from the shock She gets it wrong Seeming airtight Newer things always seem so light She gets it wrong You said the world will never change things, everyone’s the same After all it doesn’t matter who’s beat or doing the beating Spring your coil, Winning, now come claim your spoils. You said the world will never change you, everyone’s the same After all it doesn’t matter who’s beat or doing the beating ©2004 Sportin' Company (ASCAP) | lyrics by steve rouach

Clark Kent   peel back your grape it's okay freed from your pod grim facade you turn me off when you turn me on what is it worth to save the day takes off his cape and flies away what is it worth to save the sun the freak that I've become when narrowed down to one freed from your lies x-ray eyes can't hurt or feel man of steel  

Polio   everybody's hostile pictures framed in self contempt and buying pre-smoked cigarettes and emptiness is freedom of the mind and soul feeding your pet polio the cries for help that fall onto deaf ears and die unheard can't keep all my pills down self-abasing merriment a father stabs his son to death is overjoyed for silence in his mind and soul stuffing your portfolio the cries for help that fall onto deaf ears and die unheard soils life for me permeates my kingdom always pushing re-set spoils my placebo

Wash I'll do her I'll do her I'll wash her hair and I'll tidy up like she wasn't there I'll see her I'll be her I'll watch her stare and I'll clean my house like she wasn't there and I'll wash the walls till the walls are clean and I'll wash my hands in the kitchen sink and I'll wash the sink where I cleanse my fear and I'll just pretend that I don't live here with some grave fear shined to a gloss when your just trying to bear your cross try to blend into my scene now your incriminating me all set for jail I'll see her I'll be her I'll watch her stare and I'll clean my house like she wasn't there and its physical like the evidence and I'll vacuum up every hair I missed and I'll clean the skin from her fingernails and I'll just pretend she was never here nothing where she once was smart she seemed to finish where I start useless limbs out from there sleeves now there is something in between

Troy Dorsey  there is life lips encased in plastic feminine illusions burst when she deflates every time he speaks a rave of ranting of bears that play the banjo the dunce has gone insane and if you think aloud they'll search until they find your whereabouts and if your teeth fall out I'll see your little smile laying on the ground in his mind naming unborn children consciously unconscious the dunce has gone away in his way feeling safe and stable cringing from the laughter the dunce has gone insane it's like you'd read about they'll search until your dead and in the ground you get your teeth knocked out I'll see your pretty smile laying on the grass the dunce has gone away 

Bottom Feeder   it's always nice to see you with your pillow face it's always nice to be you in your ripe old age when I feel down feel the sound  wetting me washing over like a wave it's always strange to breed you in your briny rage it's always strange to see you in your liquid cage I'd like to throw you out gasp for air my bottom feeder breathe some water float around for me it's always wrong to see you float in such a state it's always wrong to deem you with your porcelain fate 

O.C.D.   on medication a butter for my bread that makes me act like other folks with voices in their heads won't you stay with me play with me a strange fascination a plane that never lands I shave my body until it's bare and wash my face and hands obsessed with my compulsion I'm forever counting 1 2 3 4 turn the lights on till I break the switch touching everything I see 3,4, times wash my hands so germs won't make me itch scour while I'm cleaning washing as I clean  I'm thinking that I never sleep and run like a machine fills my prescription fills my heart with dread it makes me do the strangest things and makes me sweat in bed he's down roll him over the ground 

Pantomime Horses   carnival horses stapled to their carousel running in circles faces long and  growing old well I've seen their eyes roll back to whites they drive away somewhere to save their manes of hair somewhere else trapped in their courses cursed for every lie they said wishing for sugar whey can't eat with plastic heads I've seen their faces cracked in places flies away somewhere to hide their riding gear somewhere else it feels like glue so very frightening thoroughbreds run fast like lightning don't do me when you talk to my head when you talk through my head 

About Her Toupee   can I be saved I've read about it in the airport tracts she thrust upon me when I flew somewhere she swarm around me like a bird of prey she said the strangest things be strong be seen bee's for the may queen be sure be brave be sore about her toupee and I feel chased I see conviction in her milky eye a zeal her mind chose to facilitate a fear of everything I don't want to say that I'm empty I don't want to say that I'm there I don't want to share what I'm feeling I don't want to care 

Doped Up   she pops a valium on the fly she does a shot to wash it down  she's doped up she's roped up she's doped up she's soaped up the red ones serve to wake her up the blue ones serve to help her cope hey mister don't waste your time with that girl because she's strange  she's on a down head her down head's derailing your train she's on the verge of nothingness she's balanced on her medicine 

Tom Brokaw   feels so vile been there with bells on serves in style swims with my clothes on so evolved so revolved so dissolved self-involved looks like grime dirt pack hair style  spread-in stains those were the pants you owned talks about your lives and jobs talks about your house and cars so far looks like nasty weather get some sleep you filthy beggar

Tell the Ice Cream Man to Wait never fills your expectations always flirting with damnation and you're filled with exclamations of a bright tomorrow and the violence never fading cause its all degenerating and we'll break or steal what we cant beg or borrow so don't rescue me I'll be what I'll be its easy to see blood bath today I'm hoping its contagious cause I'm feeling quite courageous once we're dead we'll all be ageless in a bright tomorrow and you're never quite on time you're always stopping on a dime and it feels like such a crime to be filled with sorrow and I never really cared once the dirty laundry's aired everybody stopped and stared blood bath today

My Rusty Trombone  she won't leave me alone she'd reach around when she flips me over and down she brush against my back with lips so round her fingernails with her gentle tease and her breeze she writes her name with my pen  her breath in my back she pours herself in my crack she seems so happy when chilling me with her breeze she tosses salad so feverish in her pace she'd reach around and caresses me when she squeeze she makes my hair stand on end she puts the whisk in my broom she ties my knotted balloon  she got my rust on her face but we can't kiss cause her head is out of play my rusty trombone