nathan silentbob i hate men who look like you 040806 ... silentbob i hate you 040807 ... not now nathanmusic.ca 041016 ... not now sunset chaser: i won’t be here when you call me. you might go crazy thinking i have gone. you might smash open something symbolizing just what you don’t want to think about. think to yourself, maybe she has a new lover. she caved right into a big empty hole. swallowed up a passerby, a brighter whiter salesman smile, a palm shot out to seal the deal, a greasy hand a squeaky wheel. trade you places, i will be the one away. west for miles, sunset chaser. work yourself up into a firey anger, burn a hole into the chesterfield. until finally you peter out, intoxicated hater of the very thought of losing what you never even cared about. always liked a sunset. always takes the spotlight away from what i must look like to you. 041016 ... not now red river clay: he waits my love, he waits my love, down in the tall pine bay. and by his side a stone inscribed, and it’s as cold as the red river clay. i knit ten miles of black wool, finally broke that dreadful spell. beneath the trees, the grass and the weeds, can you hear that steeple bell? you stay too long, you’ll sink right in, it opens up like a trap door grinning into every empty space along the way. i’ve got better things to do than work my wheels into a spin and lay down in that cold red river clay. i’ve got a bouquet full of weeds i pulled that cling to me like this old black wool. i place them by my lover’s side where my name stares back at me. these dandelions and daffodils still have all these holes to fill, but i won’t shuffle cards until i’m grey. 041016 what's it to you? who go blather from