WORDS

and

GLASS THIMBLE

Everyone in here is very busy marking time. 

Surface conversation down the line. 

Waiting for the God of this technicolor fraud. 

We all came from somewhere in his mind. 

 

There’s no message left to send. 

In that red dress you can pretend that it somehow really 

matters in the end. 

 

Cold and blue-This room without a view. 

Proof again that nothing’s what it seems. 

Cold and blue-Like a funeral tattoo. 

Not even the dust left from these dreams. 

 

She’s a peach but don’t you think her drop dead days 

are g 

The side effects are showing around her eyes. 

She’s worn the carpet out on poses, preens and pouts. 

And underneath these bright lights nothing lies. 

 

That girl left and stole your face. 

But even she can not erase that glass thimble full of 

truth in her disguise. 

 

Cold and blue-This room without a view. 

Proof again that nothing’s what it seems. 

Cold and blue-Like a funeral tattoo. 

Not even the dust left from these dreams. 

 

In this glass thimble. 

In this glass thimble. 

In this glass thimble. 

In this glass thimble.

 

 

I Think The Dog Will Go Insane From No Love:

Jeroan van Aichen: Vocals, Acoustic Guitars

 

Ancient Chinese Secret:

Tim Ellis: Steel-string guitar

Jeff Leonard: Bass

JVA: Accordion / Acoustic guitar / Keys / Percussion / Vocals  

Ben Wertheimer: Djembe