Abstract Expressionism Lyrics & Chords By Fred Frith - Stevie Wishart - Carla Kihlstedt

The pink half-moon on the third joint of my slender finger-- My body fragments are full of bread. That's why I fear holding bread is why I'm here. I seem to have lost my...read more

All pardon the dawning of our rise In actual dampest, dreariest deed Crib tinge to callow youth Storied free, thistles of scarlet sold Purl, carriages home in harbinger Wrested...read more

And on And on And unto shunning skies Ailing all that is spectacle If you need me, capture this Such is love up front Where strong scathe Menaces to touch Firm, grasping...read more

The woman in a seat near you is talking to herself. Fine - she says - all right. Just don't touch. All eyes turn to you and you also turn to see who's at fault. Ashamed,...read more

I found an empty day To fill with all the things I say I put it upstairs, shut tight last night Locked away from this firey light I found an empty day. I found an empty...read more