Jet Set Suffragette                                     (mccloskey, 2005)
now what now when
now that the world is flat again
she's works her way against the tide
she's making noise by design

     she's got a t-shirt that says "freedom for sale"
     she's the jet set suffragette

a captive, a captive world
a street fight, a street fighting girl
she works the crowd, she tilts and sways
like a November election day

     she's got a t-shirt that says "freedom for sale"
     she's the jet set suffragette

she distorts, she feeds back
she's plugged into her Marshall stack
she's got a drummer, she's got the nerve
and she won't leave until she's heard

     she's got a t-shirt that says "freedom for sale"
     she's the jet set suffragette
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Also Unknown As                                      (mccloskey, 2005)
What if he was harboring malice?
What if he was more content with his role?
What if he was always subtitled?
What if he was more accessible?

     It's also unknown as daydreaming
     He found himself a window seat
     A different man with sharper angles
     Also unknown as me

What if he had perfect handwriting?
I'm not quite sure if or what he would say
What if he was a different b-movie?
What if he was penciled in for a change?

     It's also unknown as daydreaming
     It's a million dollar industry
     Let's cheer for the lovable losers
     Also unknown as me

What if he was reverberating?
What if he woke up and left the house for the day?
What if he played right to the cameras?
What if he tuned up and really tried for a change?

     It's also unknown as daydreaming
     It seems to be involuntary
     He's signed up a brand new army
     Also unknown as me
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Someone took away your Microphone               (mccloskey, 2005)    
You're not in the big top anymore
A day two scapegoat working the second floor
You can sing all you want about being alone
But someone took away your microphone

Every sad song makes all the sense in the world
When you wake up to find you're not the front street girl
And you're just not cut out to be a stepping stone
Someone took away your microphone

We'll all see the damage when they pull the lights
There's no need for you to be loud tonight
You're quiet little town is now a combat zone
And someone took away your microphone

Someone turned up all of the background noise
You can't drown it out; you're killing your voice
You may be better off being unknown
Because someone took away your microphone
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A little mystery                                        (mccloskey, 2004)
Everyday I've volunteered for this madness
I've painted my heart indigo
I've painted my heart indigo.but

          A little mystery buys me a little time
          A little mystery keeps me preoccupied
          A little mystery reroutes me a little while
          A little mystery takes me a hundred miles away from here

I might pause, I might retreat; I might get homesick
But I'm sick of being at home
I'd rather be sick than alone

          A little mystery buys me a little time
          A little mystery keeps me preoccupied
          A little mystery reroutes me a little while
          A little mystery takes me a hundred miles away from here

I'll try to walk upright at the speed of light
Where things seem so foreign to me
Things that were once so routine

          A little mystery buys me a little time
          A little mystery keeps me preoccupied
          A little mystery reroutes me a little while
          A little mystery takes me a hundred miles away from here
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The Church with Neon Lights                   (mccloskey, 2005)
Criticize me
Demonize me
Come and shoot me
Then preach down to me

I've been blinded, blinded
By the church with neon lights

Try to divide me
Flat out deny me
Come baptize me
Then privatize me

Buy and sell me and then tell me
That God gave you the right
You're the church with neon lights
Come and save me, save me
You're the church with neon lights

Try to mute me
While you pollute me
Come and bait me
Assassinate me

I've been outed, outed
By the church with neon lights
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Cathleen                   (mccloskey, 2005)
Cathleen, Cathleen
Come back and waste my time
I want to crawl inside with Cathleen

Cathleen, Cathleen
They want to keep you away
Why don't you come back today, Cathleen?

I just want to come out from where I came in
The doctors haven't a clue where to begin

Cathleen, Cathleen
We can watch some TV
Down in the infirmary with Cathleen

The doctors say that your voice is just in my head
But they haven't a clue about what you've said

Cathleen, Cathleen
They can't remember your name
I think they're all insane, Cathleen

Cathleen, Cathleen
The only one I can trust is Cathleen

Cathleen,
They can not kill the ghost of Cathleen
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The Great In-between                                   (mccloskey,2002)
A relentless pursuit of perfection
Surrogate mother to our own invention
We're dressing up the windows for another second guessing

We're filtered through a fractured lens
We're leaking like sieves and swimming like lead
Your taillight's fading as the highway circles again

          God forbid we.
          Get stuck in a routine
          Or start walking in our sleep
          What's to become of you.
          What's to become of me.
          And the great in-between?

We've navigated every dark canal
On a riverboat baptized denial
And we only capsized when the waves were unassuming

We've walked hand in hand unaccompanied
And unraveled at breathtaking speed
Who will break down these fragile walls that hold our life together?

          God forbid we.
          Get stuck in a routine
          Or start walking in our sleep
          What's to become of you.
          What's to become of me.
          And the great in-between?

Your reversal of fortune's not lost on me
I might be happier but I'm not happy
Are you digging below the surface just to undermine me?

I'm still open to possibilities
But there's a rational half of my erratic heartbeat
Can you rescue me from all the analogies.just tell me.


     What's the point in.
     Being so discreet?
     I've turned the other cheek
     What's to become of you.
     What's to become of me.
     And the great in-between?
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Hey Kid                                             (mccloskey, 2005)
"Hey kid", you grow up faster with thick skin
"Hey kid"
He called you that by accident
You knew exactly what he meant
You never could get used to it
"Hey kid", you grow up faster with thick skin

     You take it all to heart
     Like everything's your fault
     Of all the things he said
     Of all the things he did
     The one that seem to hurt the most was "hey kid"

"Hey kid", all you've got is his last name
"Hey kid"
You've been neglected and betrayed
You've been abandoned with the blame
That's a heavy cross at any age
"Hey kid", all you have is his last name

"Hey kid", you know exactly how this ends
"Hey kid"
He'll call you up and you'll pretend
To take him for his word and then
The old man lets you down again
"Hey kid", you know exactly how this ends

     You take it all to heart
     Like everything's your fault
     Of all the things he said
     Of all the things he did
     The only one you couldn't shake was "hey kid"
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The Sun behind the Wall            (mccloskey, 2004)
She hasn't got a working title
So soak her up if she's idle
She's the sun behind the wall

     What is she going to find behind the earth and the sky?

She's chasing a thought; she always collects
She never runs out of context
She's the sun behind the wall

     What is she going to find behind the earth and the sky

She's swimming alone; she's the fountain of youth
She's fully immersed without parachutes
She's the sun behind the wall

     What is she going to find behind the earth and the sky?
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Microscopic Pieces                                 (mccloskey, 2004)
Wire rims
Slowly draw me in
Like figure eights around your eyes

Tangled hair
Like you never care
It seems as though it shoots off your ears

     They're microscopic pieces
     They're meaningless to you
     But I collect the pieces
     I catalog the pieces
     I reassemble the pieces
     So I can show them to you
     I'm giving them back to you

There's graceful finesse
On the nape of your neck
I watch a scarf hang in admiration

You clear your throat
Like it's an inside joke
You have a way of making yourself laugh


You sing out of tune
It's undeniably you
And that's what makes me stop and listen

A second hand dress
Fits on you the best
It just took a while for it to find you
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Green                                 (mccloskey,2005)
who turned pink into green?
in blanket sunlight, in towering weeds
all the rain held for ransom
those dandelions are deep rooted trees

who turned east into west?
when nobody asked for a change of address
all the pink gone forever
and now the garden feels strangely possessed

who turned hands into fists?
with bullet headlines and magazine clips
all the green locked and loaded
and all of the pink is so sorely missed

everything turns to green.
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Formally Today
                                                                                               (mccloskey, 2005)
A half empty day
a full crescent moon
find the high tide
sleep all afternoon

there's pieces of cake
just look in the drawers
sweeping for crumbs
feeding the floors

forgive me but i'm low on nicotine

      i think the one thing that we'll both agree.is it's me
      hey.eventually was formally today and it's ok, it's ok

there's splinters of glass
pulling push brooms
throwing rainbows
in recycling rooms

the wall's hanging dry
in sugarless paint
spend a fortune
serve on paper plates

forgive me, i just need some more caffeine

      i think the one thing that we'll both agree.is it's me
      hey.eventually was formally today and it's ok, it's ok

the dye on the rugs
been bleeding for years
steam clean the wounds
watch them reappear

there's black and white noise
a confederate gray
turn up the fans
find a civil way

forgive me if I'm being indiscreet
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Enough to Make the Angels Weep      

(mccloskey, 2005)
There's a dead man knocking on some mothers door
It brought her straight to her knees
There's no word to describe the void left behind
It's enough to make the angels weep

She can't comfort her child; she can't fight for his life,
She'll never again be complete
Everyone dies a hero, but heroes still die
It's enough to make the angels weep

She's so proud, she's so strong yet she can't bear to look
As she puts her baby to sleep
There's no word to describe the hell that's inside
It's enough to make the angels weep

There's no left, there's no right, no one's wrong, no one's right
It's enough to make the angels weep


Version two-

There was a dead man sitting on someone's front porch
And he had been there for over a week
Tell me, who just decides to sit down and die
It's enough to make the angels weep

There were a thousand broken people alone on a bridge
And they were treated like fallen debris
They're homeless in their home town, their city is gone
It's enough to make the angels weep

I know you couldn't stop the water, but you could have reached out
There were children drowning right in the street
When the water overflowed, the government froze
It's enough to make the angels weep

And when the help did arrive, not everyone had survived
And that's enough to make the angels weep
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