An acoustic version of "Shade" from the album Church Mouth. This was shot by our friend Graham Baciagon in Chicago.

Here are the lyrics...

claims, they crawled from those clouds and over mountains cried
into the streams where they ran the length of past and time that called out
with their hands beside you as all the people shouted up to the
"northern" territories
My, they glowed a bug burning at the ends of sheet covered crowns
whose only words were
wicked mumbles that shake unstable manners brought these thoughts about you
lights up like flies and ants that dip about and aim.... to swallow us
up like them bread baked gums...
now I remain glowing at the ends it's because it's you they've become
shade drifts around, southern where the sheets are growing ash and
steeple factories
old boy you'll never know just what they think, it never finds you
cheap work finding pockets only when we're aimed.... to swallow them
up like the bread baked gums...
these lights were waves that spilled through my space (in the plains)
where no one knows if they'll ever need again (I want to)
come and get and take me home