Art-Dog

Lyrics

Sniff a tear, broken heart Just as fear does belong Doesn't fit Put him in the wind It blows, it blows it away

Signed sheets, blank checks Filled in later Why not?

A drill, a touch Just if sheen-sharpening too Lights make it look As if it were there

Above a neck, an odd effect Oddly clean, adjacent to Points where facets converge Drive to the hill, the mill stops

How many peaces lost through involuntary ejaculation? By all that was holy, what was that? The one standing for the other

Chronology

• The Red Krayola
  • Mayo Thompson - vocals, guitar(?)
  • Tom Watson(?) - guitar
  • David Grubbs(?) - guitar
  • John McEntire - drums