
DRAGGING A DEAD DEER UP A HILL

MONOLOGUE

PERSONAL

PILLOW TALK

PINK TURNS BLUE

PLAIN FACED AFTERNOONS

PORCELAIN

SOMEHOW

THE SPIDER AND THE FLY

WE'VE ALL GONE TO SLEEP

YOU'LL BE A LOVER IN MY BED AND A GUN TO MY HEAD

WHEN SUMMER TURNS TO WINTER
