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Catchy Melody - Single (2009):

1. Catchy Melody

The Brighterside (2008):

1. A Song About the Sun

2. Laura Ingalls (A Hundred Years Ago)

3. The Rocket Scientist

4. Brighterside

5. Avenue (If Wishes Were Horses)

6. A Wedding Song

7. Washington

8. As She Waits

9. Rachel (A Song About the Rain)

10. Ginger Rogers

11. Romeo and Juliet, Postmodern Alternate Ending

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All the little kids
Are invading us
And learning our languages.

They’re dressed for Halloween.
PJ’s in the streets
With capes and headbands.

What if they don’t escape
From all the hungry things
That eat innocence?

And in a sense this is quite the treacherous place
Don’t rest your tired eyes just yet.
Don’t rest your tired eyes, my little aliens.
This is quite the beautiful place.

You know you’re getting old
When you don’t believe in miracles anymore.

So I drove across the globe
To some enchanted world
Just to prove I could.

And when the morning broke,
The clouds were fiery angles
As I drowsily drove,
They stood and spoke

This is quite the beautiful place.
Don’t rest your tired eyes just yet.
Don’t rest your tired eyes, my little aliens.
This is quite the beautiful place.

A Song About the Sun

As in the old nursery rhymes:
Would a song about the sun keep you warm?
Would a song about the sun keep you warm?
‘Cause I’d write one each day to keep the cold away,
If a song about the sun could make you warm.

And if I painted us for you, would you see?
If I painted us for you, would you see?
Would you trade your heart for mine, the way I see it my mind?
If I painted it for you, would you see?

‘Cause I’ve imagined this so long, I can see it with my eyes closed
Yeah, I’ve imagined this so long, I can see it with my eyes closed

So if I found you like a thief in the night,
If I found you like a thief in the night,
I would steal you from yourself and from everybody else
If I found you like a thief in the night

Save this track for the credits and the scene,
Save this track for the credits and the scene,
In this flick when I’m teaching you to sing.

Laura Ingalls (A Hundred Years Ago)

Well there’s no sun that can penetrate these sunroofs
There’s no filter that can purify this air
And there’s no scars on our hands from one day’s labor
We all think that we’re alive;
We start to die before we ever know better

And I love a girl who lived a hundred years ago
She never cries and always says, “Excuse me.”
Sometimes I think that she’s the only girl I know
She’s why the book is always better than the movie

She said, “A farmer’s life is too hard for a woman.”
But she loved him, so she married him that spring
She said, “Darling, I won’t promise to obey you.”
He said, “I wouldn’t want a woman who would promise not to try to know better.”
No.

And I love a girl who lived a hundred years ago
She’ll never have to tactfully refuse me
Sometimes I think that she’s the only girl I know
She’s why the book is always better than the movie

I love a girl who lived a hundred years ago
She’s the purity that always will elude me
Sometimes I think that she’s the only girl I know
She’s why the book is always better than the movie
Because the book is always better than the movie

The Rocket Scientist

I’m terrified of aliens and scientists who come by night
To find me, helpless, and cut me open
And sift through my insides to find a reason
Why humans tend to fall in love

I came along five years later, I should have known
And gone to find her way back in high school
Strategically timing my first impression
‘Cause the last time I wasn’t first enough

So I’ll make a rocket that goes the speed of light
And drive in circles to travel back in time
And try harder

If beauty lies in the eye of her boyfriend,
Then I’m the one watching, watching,
As she cuts me open, removing my insides
To leave me useless when the scientists and aliens arrive

But in the end, she’s happy with who she’s with
And in the end, there were never any aliens
And I’m afraid it was me doing the cutting all along
And all along, I was planning my invention

To make a rocket.

Brighterside

I finished you and placed you in a frame
Signed you with my unpoetic name
And if the real you starts bleeding through as we whisper our good-byes
I’ll blot your face to dry your painted eyes

I walked down to the brighter side of town
But you’re the only optimist I found
On a bar stool, your glass half full
And half gone to your head
While on your sleeves your heart glows neon red

And you’re just three blocks beyond the world
Where the sober ones lie sleeping
But here you’re sweet sixteen again
Desperate to be kissed
And every night you’ll get your wish

So maybe love is real, but not the kind we think we know we feel
It’s you go the way you go, and I’ll be waiting here
So go your way, and I’ll be waiting here

Where the ceiling hovers on its own as the walls cave in around me
And in the ringing silence of the phone I miss the way you laugh
And fall asleep in photographs

Ave. (If Wishes Were Horses)

Up the stairs, I hear music
Kicking and screaming
Wielding their toys in a boy’s fantasy
While high up above me, the angels are singing
Together they’re playing my heart’s symphony

And somewhere you’re putting on black satin velvet
Your porcelain skin is caressed by your hair
I don’t know what you think when you look in my eyes
I just know that I wish I were there

My face in your window, a little boy fogging the pane
Tries in vain just to get one more view
If wishes were horses, then beggars would ride
And if wishes were trees, I’d be pining for you

I always feel tall when I stand by the ocean,
I’m seventy inches above the blue sea
I look down my nose at the swells and tsunamis
But quiver when you’re next to me
Oh, the irony

Up the stairs to my bedroom where my girl lies waiting
She’s cold in my lap and a bit out of tune,
Though she’d never hurt me, or ever desert me
If wishes were horses, you’re my horse come true

And one thing I’ve learned from this bitter, cold world
In a lifetime of being my own valentine
The most beautiful sound in the world is the silence
Of eyes shining back up at mine

And sometimes I dream that I’m always on time
That the ones I’ve let down set their clocks by my knock on the door
No more watching or wishing,
‘Cause what kind of fool lets a jewel pass him by?
Slip through his fingers, and never knows why?
As the dream starts to fade then I wake up to find:
Love came to me and I left it behind
And I’m sorry.

A Wedding Song

And if our wedding punch is spiked with seven up
Then I hope Jesus brings some wine, and when he passes me the cup
I’ll drink to every girl I’ve ever known

Because I have had so many loves before
And I want to forget what I pretend I don’t remember anymore
Because memories like dreams aren’t always fair
And when I sleep I may see other bodies there, beside you

And so I’m leaving every one. I’ll end it with my former loves again
Yeah, I’m leaving every one. I won’t be going back to any one of them.
Because I’m leaving every one for you

And I like the way you look in that white dress
Your hair is pinned so neatly, but your head is such a mess
That you look just like a girl I used to know

And I want you, with your lips so near my face,
I turned away once, ‘cause I was scared that your embrace
Might make me leave you, ‘cause I’m a restless troubadour
I’ve got a girl for every song I won’t be singing anymore

Because I’m leaving every one. And I’ll end it with my former loves again.
Yeah, I’m leaving every one. I won’t be going back to any one of them.
Because I’m leaving every one for you
Yeah, I’m leaving every one for you.

Washington

I packed a bag at midnight
I couldn’t sleep though I tried
I only took what I’d need to survive

I left a note for my friends saying I would miss them,
And before they woke I’d slipped away

Dah-dah-dum

I caught a train for the coast
The passengers were all ghosts
Conductor asked me where I’d like to go

And I said:
“I want to meet Jesus Christ, so we can talk about life,
And He could tell me things I’d need to know.”

I watched the mountains creep by, cutting holes in the sky
Somebody asked me why I’d hitched a ride

And I said:
“I want to look through the clouds, to wait for God to come down,
Like seven swans, or something I’d recognize.
I could make my life in Washington,
Find a boat that sails across the seas and back.
I could climb the tallest mountain there,
Build a house and live there by myself.”

As She Waits

In ancient Greece you would have been a goddess of sorts
And sailors would make sightings and exciting reports
And Solomon’s song would have been too strong
For children to read, had you been among his consorts

Doo-doo-doo

But here you are a waitress, though to me you are a queen
And I am just your busboy
But I see you, and I kneel when you pass,
Well it may be in my mind, but I kneel when you pass me by

You’re beautiful in everything from glitter to grime
And I guess it’s true that boys like me run twelve for a dime
But as life unfolds and we both grow old, you’ll still be the same,
To me, the same as the first time

So I’m waiting for a dragon, or a surface I can clean
But until I earn your favour, I’m content
To see you, and to kneel when you pass.

I clear this table like it’s yours and mine, and I make it shine, just to show I care
And I’m hoping when our eyes next meet, that mine will speak what I don’t dare
So I cry corner, corner, corner, corner
Hoping that you’ll be there

Rachel (A Song About the Rain)

Hope is like the rain turns dry creek-beds into streams
And I forget the long and lonely drought that hollowed out my dreams
And I’m content to chase my songbird, wherever she may fly
I’ve got time to learn her story, to find her scars, and find out why

And so I wait
But what is rain without the sun?
My river banks are overrun without your love

Well I have waited seven years and I’d wait seven more
If only I can show your father, I’m worth wait I’ve asked him for
And if I could marry you tomorrow, I’m not sure that I would
Because the Lord is wise, and it’s good sometimes just to long for something good

And what are dreams, but rising suns that long to wake and find us undone?
And if you can’t convince your mind, I’m not asking you to lie, just be my love

Ginger Rogers

When two strangers stand in the lunch-line alone
The planets align with the moon
And when I lower my tray, you are inches away from the bravest first date in the room

“Can I sit down?”
Your music school friends at the table are mimes to me now, as you begin to speak,
“I’ve seen you around. Where are you from?”
“And would you like to come to a party on the west side of town?”

You were the film noire dish in the black and white flicks
Always running away with some spoon
I was the fishing pole boy before the credits begin who dangles his legs from the moon

With yellower hair, you make a swell Ginger Rogers,
And I’m Fred Astaire, if nobody is standing near to compare
‘Cause from my front row view, the performer is you,
And I am just singing along

Well your hair turned as red as the leaves on the ground,
On the day you left school for the holidays
There was too much to pack, so you never came back
And now two years have passed with no word

Well don’t count me out, ‘cause I’ve got a plan to love you
With or without your cooperation
I’m still around, and I loved you before you weren’t anything more
Than a unicorn haunting these halls

So let’s start again, we’ll find a new town, and we’ll go to vocational school
And I’ll learn to cook, and you’ll learn to weld,
And we’ll waste our days playing with fire

Because what do we need with theories and old text book answers?
Just give me some seed, and I’ll plant a garden growing things you can see
And we’ll watch the time pass, lying still in the grass
And our children can run getting burned by the sun
And we’ll learn to love music for free, the way people used to

Romeo and Juliet, Postmodern Alternate Ending

This rose is from your mother’s garden
‘Cause I didn’t think to buy one before I came
It photosynthesized and drank the moon above you,
Which swore a vow to love you all the same

And I won’t be long, I won’t be long

These trees, they think I’ll never leave you
They’re certain that I need you like the sunshine
But their biology forgets the coming autumn
And every leaf will leave them for the first time

These trees were planted here before we were born
But this love my eyes have ceased to mourn
Will fade with the morning