Well I wish that I could go back and find all The damn answers and forgive'n all the bickering Well I wish that I could go back and find all The damned souls and the hellbound 8 O'clock Well I'd go back to find every damned soul Follow back the Highway motel patrons To there broken and soon to be homes Well I'd go back to every failing farm family say You live a little bit precariously Oh I guess you dont know what that means Well I recommend that you pick up and go Follow back where I came And never turn around Pick back up put it in that pick up truck and say I'm from the city not the county or the country Don't let 'em tell you where ya from Don't let 'em tell you where you'll go But promise it'll always be so You'll try harder than your father ever did Well I'm not from your city I'm from my city not from your city And I got a girl back east I think I like her quite a lot Well she's not from your city she's from my city not from your city She says I've got a man out west I think I like him quite a lot Phone calls won't suffice Letters just aren't the same Your picture is so cold and lonesome all alone But I'm not from your city I'm from my city not from your city Just come along head west and join us in our city! Well don't you see you're living precariously You're painting the same canvas that mother did before Well don't you see you're living precariously You're circling answers that have already been circled before Answering questions that I've already answered Running in circles Well come along west join us in our city out west It's now my city it could be your city it could be our city come join my city Now sit back I'll come home every couple months or so But I recommend you pick up and go Follow back where I came from Well I wish that I could go back and find all The damn souls and forgive'n all the bickering Well I wish that you could follow me west If only I knew where If only I went west

I've always lived my life by judging dimming lights and fading skylines I'd never seem to catch a sunrise only catch a glimpse while the sunset fades You see the funny thing about the daily sunrise is that it keeps coming back But I still catch the wrong end But every day I believe that this is the day the tyranny of the moon will end I sat down the other night I wallowed around in disgust of myself Basking in the burning midnight oil waiting by the window for the sun to rise I wrote and I wrote and I looked up to see the sunset I guess it was too late I guess I was meant for the moon The trees the lone wolves the owls and I Howling and hooing together in harmony Was it dream? I don't believe I've ever seen the sun. Felt its warmth...it's comfort I took a walk some nights ago They seem to run together... I found the other owls The other wolves And we sat and stared at the trees Watched how the moon light danced on the ground I guess I was meant for the moon The trees the lone wolves the owls and I Howling and hooing together in harmony I went back to that spot everyday The moonlight The moonlight The light I felt the light...I felt the warmth...I felt the sun But the indigo turned pastel And the pastels turned to orange I looked left and I looked right And the owl and the wolf cringed at its sight I watched the orange but it only turned red Only turned indigo I guess they were right to cringe I guess I just haven't learned What ever happened to today?

Hollywood Diary – Day one
 The suburbs are gone
 And these streets are bleeding
 People beg and tell me to go back
 Turn away, they say cause I'll only die
 Still optimistic and still hopeful Hollywood Diary – Day two
 The suburbs are tucked in the back of my mind
 Rats in my apartment are eating all of my food
 Stuck here watching Bonanza re-runs
 Sitting and doing nothing
 Why am I here? Maybe I was wrong
 Only time will tell
 Only time will tell Hollywood Diary – Day three
 The suburbs are on fire in my cerebral cortex
 Champing at the bit just to get some work
 Audition and applications are second-nature now
 And everything is a machine
 Everything is a machine
 Clinking and clanking stopping and starting
 But never really taking off
 This engine is at a stall Hollywood Diary – Day four
 The suburbs are broken down and crumbling
 As am I and it's only Thursday
 I finally got the job I finally got a life
 Not much of a life as an assistant ass-kisser 
To some director who doesn't know my name
 Making shitty big budget pictures that will only flop 
No story, no substance, and nothing but a franchise 
But I'm thinking of dollars and cents
 Just to keep my teeth in my head
 Just to keep a roof over my head Hollywood Diary – Day four-hundred and thirty three 
The suburbs are nothing but a distant memory 
 The street I grew up on is a figment of my imagination
 I have lost my self completely and I am gone 
A shell of a person, a shell of a life 
No love, no care, just dollars and cents 
My art has become my business
 My love has become my greed 
Nothing is real and nothing matters anymore 
I blame this place, as it is the poison that is in my veins
 There's no peace for me unless I paint the wall with my brains

I need a woman For a brighter day I drink my whiskey I drink my wine I'll smoke my cigarettes Till the day I'm blind I don't even care I have a death wish Devil said he'd do unto me That's how I find my bliss She reached out her hand As we start to move I need a bad-hearted woman Who will come to me Oh, I want a woman To satisfy my needs You got everything I need You got everything I need I'll be your imperfect Christian I'll do whatever I please I'll steal, Lie, Cheat, and Curse Whatever's best for me I'll be your imperfect Christian I'll do whatever I please I'll steal, Lie, Cheat, and Curse Whatever's best for me

From the roots to the factory I have broken my bones for you I have lived a thousand years But I would die for a little truth It all becomes too transparent I am holding this moment for ransom You would trade it all away You would give me up for the fashion Of living to die Or dying to live It's all just the same For debauchery's sake I am making my case And setting off to port The hull is breaking And the bow is quaking A plea for calmer waters This ship was made for different seas This ocean in you has broken me I cannot acquire and I cannot design How this cargo is heavy on my mind I tied my noose like the anchor in tow You were the only thing that was keeping me low We are not obsolete until we think it We are not obsolete until we know it We are not obsolete until we believe it Until we believe it.

Music and Lyrics By Isaac Brock and Modest Mouse

Music and Lyrics By Jesse Lacey and Brand New

Music and Lyrics By Andy Hull

Rain drops pitter patter pitter patter The clouds grey the sun but somehow its all a little more beautiful The pavement reflects An infinite world paralleled in the asphalt I followed it wondering where it may lead somewhere less Less predictable Funny though the journey to unpredictability is paved by parallel lines on a Parallel world Pitter patter Pitter patter On the top of my car Back home the sun goes up the sun goes down but no one notices Fluorescent will do that to somebody I kept on following the reflections The sky stayed grey but I liked it that way Onwards to the beautiful northwest The skies always grey The rain always falls The pavement always reflects Always Always I guess I was wrong after all