I'd like to drink the fuel straight from your lighter.

I have daydreams involving his songs.



Mike Doughty / Rising Sign

Your back curves like a creeping vine
with the answers in the fluid in the stem of the spine
In the black-coffee bowl of your eye
why do you overestimate the size of the lie?

I've seen
the dangers of
your rising sign
but I swear
I'd like
to drink the fuel straight from your lighter
it's all inside the wrist, it's
all inside the way you time it
I resent the way you make me like myself

My nerves jump
like a boiling pan
like a skillet full of oil spits,
rattling on the burner
when I stumble onto the thought
of the match you lit and dropped and set the
dial to slow yearn

I've seen
the dangers of
your rising sign
but I swear
I'd like
to drink the fuel straight from your lighter
It's all inside the wrist, It's
all inside the way you time it
I resent the way you make me like myself

can I spell it out?
should I spell it out?

I've seen
the dangers of
your rising sign
but I swear
I'd like
to drink the fuel straight from your lighter
it's all inside the wrist, it's
all inside the way you time it
I resent the way you make me like myself




Mike Doughty / The Only Answer

Upon the rails,
Among the weeds,
I had a moment of, serenity.
I saw you stand,
In all the green,
Upon the rusting rail,
Balancing.

You were the only answer,
My plans spun all around you,
Five years in the wrong I am assured,
My name to you is just another word,
In your bed.
In Morristown,
You had magazines, thrown around.
From under them,
The phone it rang,
And in the margin there,
You wrote the number down.

You were the only answer,
My plans spun all around you,
Five years in the wrong I am assured,
My name to you is just another word,
Another word,
Another word,
The only answer,
Another word,
The only answer,
The only answer,
The only answer