This Time (2006)
i know you can't stay
you won't anymore
this time you will break
the home i need
to know you won't say
what you wanna say
this time you will make
your move away

saw you yesterday
i know their name
this time you won't wave
i'll have to anyway

and then the walls come tumbling down
the weight is all on you
and then the walls come tumbling down
i'm waiting here for you

Tall & Proud (2008)
i never said i want you to
pack up your things and leave this soon
but now you're gone, i don't know where
you let me down, but i don't care

you lift me up, you wear me out
i can't look up, i will fall down
i cannot say i miss you now
i will stand up tall and proud

i saw you in the corner store
you wore a grin and maybe more
i thought i would break down and cry
but then you'd win, and this would die

Take It Out On Me (2007)
tell me now, how does it feel?
and don't look down at your feet when you say it
i don't need another complaint
i'm already up to my knees, i can't take it

just take it out on me please please please

i stand down without an appeal
i don't know what to believe when you say it
help me now, i'll beg and i'll plead
i'm already down on my knees, can you take it?

just take it out on me please please please

Saturn (2001)
i hate this tragic end in time
when everything feels so sublime
the fusing passions were no surprise
i love you when you look through my eyes

i held my breath mouth open wide
not enough air to even sigh
i stared at the sun and now i'm blind
it's a new day and now i know why

You're Young (2001)
you're young
when you find relief
in the
ways to reach
the sum
of the problem
that won't
amount to me

and you'll find out

you're young
when you find relief
in the
ways to see
the one
of the many things
that will
come back to me

and you'll find out

Black & White (2008)
back home
you would wager all my time
of all the things you had known
you would not tell me why
i left it all long ago
but it still feels so alive
so tell me tell me once more
i don't ever know the time

i don't even mind that you slipped inside

i'm waiting on the back porch
i don't mind, it's nice outside
you rode in on your high horse
how's the air up in the sky?
i'll stay out on the back porch
January feels real nice
so tell me tell me once more
like you do all of the time

i don't even mind at all
that you slipped inside and all
i don't even mind at all
can you sleep at night?

back home
you would always tell me twice
you wrote it on the blackboard
i only see in black and white

[Saturn]... I love how the guitars seem to talk to each other. The lyrics and vocals are more than sublimely neato....especially the echoed [la, la, la] kills my goat...in a good way. The atmos is otherworldly especially during the guitar interlude... "Saturn" fits it well.

[You're Young]... especially the organ and synth parts, how they harmonize well with the balancedly driven guitars. and as always the shift that seems like an end but is just the beginning of the ending.

[This Time]... has my watch spinning. What a super mix of Appalachian good times with subtle urban-love-grit undertones! The cleverly situated and smart-sounding prelude introduces airs of romance with rose-petal -quick guitar. After a delicately executed cymbal crash, what seems to be a lover's soulful yet urgent soliloquy ensues. Multiple pace-changes, just-mysterious-enough lyrics, easy-going vocal layering and what sounds like a Hawaiian instrument add a certain philosophical poise that prevents the sappiness that so often plagues similarly themed songs. A Picante sauce tale told with piquancy and poignancy! Thank you, good minstrels, you.

[Take It Out on Me]... has exquisitely broken my compass. Blues meets the valid aspects of Disco. Angst and intensity well-balanced with mad finesse gives new reason to enjoy the genre of "Melodramatic Popular Song," Mustachio Nuts' version of it especially. This is 3 minutes of peaceful revolution in a bottle.

[Black and White]... begins with a melodic squirrel singing intermittently that my mom says might be called the rhodes.  And then a conversation begins between an almost whispering storyteller and a mucho gusto Rockateer. It's a nicely strange vocal dichotomy that adds even more nicely strange dimensions as the title might imply.  An almost Spanish interlude following an almost operatic angel mustache bridge ending with a surprise ending makes this song bezoomny skorry like dichromatic, O my brothers.

[Tall and Proud]... exhibits Mustachio Nuts' fluency of conversational lyrics with a rhythmic guitar urgency until the end that seems to come too soon.  It's sad then happy then liberating... and reminds me of the first good day after a hurricane, with a taste of the crucifix combined with the deliciousness of an easter egg made of the best chocolate. Not bittersweet, but sweetly tart better than a sweet tart; this is sweet art.