Falling, Falling, Falling

By the Power of Ra

Dream About Me

Thinking it Together

That's the thing about time,
it never is.
By the time you realize that
it is, in fact, time
it's time past.
And maybe in a world without friction
our molecules would move faster,
and perhaps we'd always know
when it was time.
But I prefer the warmth of friction,
the endless grind of differences and
similarities that warm our bodies
as we draw ourselves forever closer
to the compromise of nothing and
everything, so that maybe
in one moment of our lives we may be
frictionless.

Los Muertos Caminan Con Nosotros

Passive Me, Aggressive You

Fall Back in Love Eventually

That Motherfucker He Took Everything We Had

I Want My Hands in Your Hair

Roll On, Roll On Our Little Train

Trundling

Barbra Streisand

Sorry, Mom

Sassy Veggie

Я люблю ето место

And Party and Bullshit

Drop the Bass

Russia