basking

copp finds bear

ebb

bear captive

copp bliss

dance

i bury my nose in your fur

surprised by a wave

i think we have visited

i'll do my best to take care of you (message n a bottle)

if we keep tracking we don't need to keep track

just because i don't want to go your way you say i have no direction

henceforward we shant argue politics we'll just slap each other and smile

ok here we go

captain's chair

pale limb

pink nose

platform

progress is like unto war

rest

after her review of the new beck album sasha frere jones has lost all credibility and sold a load of plastic

strumming music (for harpsichord)

sweet blue love

the new vague

there's always money for the war on the poor

tomorrow i'll try to do better but i'll probably say the same thing

wake me

isn't it funny we're still studying the enlightenment

you've got to live life as though you're number one.