Limited capacity

I painted myself into a corner again
Because I didn't like the colour of my floors
After you walked all over them
You're full of white lies
Oh, you're full of white lies
But I've got a limited capacity
Yeah I've got a limited capacity
And I'll paint my floors again
I'm sure I'll paint my floors again


Bill Callahan

drop(s) of lazy rain

Beautiful Child

Cold discovery

Well, I can hold a woman down on a hardwood floor
Well, I can hold a woman down on a hardwood floor
And your teeth can gnash right through me
Looking for a soft place
And of this you won't soon forget
I had no soft place for you to rest
And this was your, your cold discovery
Your cold discovery

Well, I can hold a woman down on a hardwood floor
Well, I can hold a woman down on a hardwood floor
This was my, my cold discovery
My cold discovery

If you saw it for what it really was
My cold discovery
My cold discovery
My cold discovery

Bill Callahan (* &*)


(unfortunately, took you far too long to realize it.)

"born to black in a perfect blue sky"

For the first time in my life
I am moving away, moving away, moving away
From within the reach of me

Bill Callahan

"I've never dreamed of the sea again"