In A Painting By Van Gogh


I Saw A Street, Covered With Black Snow


People Movin’ In A Nervous Stripe


Blues, Red And Yellow


Read Your Letter For The Seventh Time


The Ink Is Getting Close To Fade Away


But It Still Brings The Ocean Back To Mind


In This Here Desert, Without Oases


Shouting At The Man In The Moon


I’ll Make It All Up To You


The Rhythm And The Dance Of The Loon


I’ll Make It All Up To You


And The Night Is A Horoscope Sight


While The Sun Sets Fire To The Dune


I’ll Make It All Up For You


I Remember Your Face And Your Picasso


Pale As Sugar, Sweet And Low


And Your Hair In A Ponytail And Dyed


Eyes Lookin’ Up From Down Below


I’ve Been Shouting At The Man In The Moon


I’ll Make It All.............etc., Etc.