Part Iv Lyrics & Chords By Frank Köllges

Hungry roaring metal birds exhaust the naive sky, perch on grassless welts of ten-lane dead-end runway. Concrete scars cross fertile bulgeland, bury living ghostfaces in a...read more

Day by day, we drift away. We stay, we play, we try to be the ones we are: Ain't we all, ain't we all? You can journey past the limits of time and place, but there...read more

The collective suicide has been averted. Whew, that was a close call. Glad we made it. So break out the peanut butter, the whole- wheat bread and the bourbon whiskey. We've...read more

The oracle has answered in words no tongue can speak. I met a sage, who said, "To tell the truth, the heaven of age is the hell of youth." He said, "Some get old, some get...read more

This is the bliss we're feeling. This is love when it turns to speech. This is the kiss of healing. This is wholly withing our reach. All along the black sand beach, all...read more