Lazy jazz turns into screamy punk. While going through my archives I found out that I’d actually tried resuscitating this project for a few other albums and it never quite worked out then either. I have scrapped versions in foodsexsleep and in Songs of Substance. I’d forgotten all about that.

Lyrics: Birds of Our Own [Plus 5, 2006]

I always wanted a bird of my own My mother had one but it had flown Away when she opened the window To let it be free as she loved it so

She always said that it would be, “If you love someone you set them free” And I know that I would love it so And I would open the window

It’s always sad when one’s not good Being in a cage made of Norwegian wood I’d hope that someone would love me so Much as to open my window

I once had a man, or should I say He once had me for a single day I thought that he had loved me so But he would not open my window

I flew away in a single day He chased me but I ran away Back to a place that I could be Myself and by myself be free

I always wanted a bird of my own My mother had one but it had flown Away when she opened the window To let it be free as she loved it so

Lyrics: All Tan

Why do we all have to be tan? Different shades of a single master plan It is all so boring Baby I am snoring Why do we all have to be tan

Black and white and zebra stripes! Red and green would be so keen! Purple blues and other hues! These shades of tan just will not do!

If I were a genetic engineer I’d do what I could to bring it here Discrimination would be undone If everyone were the only one

Why do we all have to be tan And just a woman or a man Neither both or something in between I think that would be pretty keen but Everyone is just… tan

Paisley plaid and polka dot! Colors patterns are so hot! Sure we could all get tattoos But if I did it why would you?

If my idea were everyday Of course my plea would go away But other creatures can all have it So we’re unique on this planet?

Why do we all have to be tan? Different shades of a single master plan It is all so boring Baby I am snoring, oh Why do we all have to be tan