FIRE AT CAPTAIN MIKE'S Did you hear the one about the divine Doug Hood Who sang you’ll get to heaven by doing deeds that are good He was born named Josh, Doug he went by calls himself Sam now, livin’ a lie he should stand where once stood divine Doug Hood He says you can call me Josh, you can call me Doug You can call me Sam or whatever you want Call me your heathen friend, your holy fool best of all call me your blue blue blue blue moon” blue blue moon, blue blue moon, blue blue mooooooooon sixteenth spring of the century, I was pinballing between my past and future lovers, draggjng below with me Started thinkin’ on back to Captain Mike’s, a hangout in my hometown where I once saw future in the flames as the heat started to surround Christy was frying Julia was burning Eva was aching Isabelle was hurting you could see there'd been a fire at Captain Mike's and the dancing seemed to be done but since we’re here let’s grab a beer and try to have a little fun Christy never judged me, Julia didn’t care to try Eva argued I always judged myself by always asking why Isabelle was young and didn’t know the tricks used to fool myself into thinking I didn’t lead them all to the fire where in they fell Christy was frying Julia was burning Eva was aching Isabelle was hurting you could see there'd been a fire at Captain Mike's and the dancing seemed to be done but since we’re here let’s grab a beer and try to have a little fun we could go to Hattie’s and crash Conor Byrne get high on the back deck of the Tractor til time and space doth blur and convince ourselves today’s tomorrow and tonight is yesterday and in one of these Ballard bars one more soulmate awaits there she waits there she waits there she waits she can call me Josh Sam or Doug too call me Casey Ruff or call me your blue blue moon I woke my folks to tell them someday I’d be famous from singing gospel of the Lord and the women I’d resist cashed in the Christian life for a little bit of money and pussy but when both were gone, I began to cough out the smoke trapped in me Christy was frying Julia was burning Eva was aching Isabelle was hurting you could see there'd been a fire at Captain Mike's and the dancing seemed to be done but since we’re here let’s grab a beer put the jukebox on, Doug Hood we’ll hear if the bar burns down there’s one more near where we could have a little fun if you’ll just be my blue blue moon

PANTHERS temper is a package, pulling at it’s bow darling, disasters help you grow panthers build their plots to bury daughters leave their dads to marry hide with me in the weeds the hymn you hear is proving death again temper is the warp speed of red flashes all the bells ringing God forbid did I catch you in the flashes? did I catch you in the flashes? hide with me in the weeds the old church choir is proving death again STANDING INSIDE THE CHURCH Julia was a weird one, all the girls on Sunday would say and the boys would wonder if she’s any fun (solo) while trying to not to look at her in the holiest of ways walking towards the fire exit door I caught her getting high, getting high in back hallway she looked at me with a strange recognition and said “me and you aren’t meant to be trapped in here today” we could be living somewhere in the Pacific Northwest outside a bar, sharing just one cigarette would you turn all of your fears and desire into words if we weren’t standing inside the church her speech rolled to a rhythm like a kite string trying to unwind and fly over, fly over the youth when the faith was forsaken to search for final proof we should be living somewhere in the Pacific Northwest staring at Puget Sound, sharing one more cigarette would you turn all of your fears and desire into words If we weren’t standing inside the church she would drop down to her knees, when breathe in Chicago air started to freeze when the brightest leaves started to fall she’d break down, look at me and say “this is all our fault” for proving death, proving death, proving death, proving death, proving death, proving death proving death, proving death and for turning all of our fears and desire into words cause we weren’t standing inside the church