Sushi Habit
(Song: Ian Roure/Music: The Larch)

Make maki when the appetite calls
Wasabi on a fantasy roll...

Take me on a table dance in the city of play
It’s the flavor that makes the difference, and you have superb taste...
Mixing in a seaweed salad, take a chance on tuna roll
Savoring a salty nugget, dusted off with orange roe...

Chorus: Every chance we’re at it, we’re rock and roll fanatics,
You and me; we’ve got a hot sake sushi habit!

I could go out every evening on the cheap, tasteless faire,
But I’m saving up for sushi, though it’s more raw than rare...
From the miso to the cookie, fortune smiles and Buddha winks,
Tickled pink on pickled ginger – nibbled intermittently...

Poppy Day
(Song: Ian Roure/Music: The Larch & Matt Barton)

That’s another nerve burnt on a high test match.
Low swing and serve; my fault, my disadvantage.
Call in the reserves; coat them in the decoction, fortified poppy protection...

CHORUS: Stand up, stand up and don’t look down
Cos today is poppy day.
New imbalance lifting me now
Cos today is poppy day
Poppy day!

Bright ruby-faced risk dashed my diminished dreams,
Here’s the flat twist: aimed at a moving target,
I may mostly miss, if I’m poppy-valiant; hit or not I’ll take a shot...

(Chorus)

Poppy red, poppy white
Poppy head in bloom tonight...

The Fall
(song: Ian/Music: The Larch)

There was a cold hard line drawing in close to you,
They were checking the names on the list that they could lose.

CHORUS: You were worried you would wake up down with the dot-coms,
Hoping there would be a ledge you could hold on,
Thought that the coldest wave had crashed and died...
‘Til the change in the weather....

2nd verse: There was a slow landslide taking you down with it,
There were lower high yields to pursue and higher risk...

(Repeat chorus)

Axis jerk; the luke-warm now a frozen zone instead,
When the weather came to fall much harder than you’d dare to dread.
Now you wonder where you are...where you are...

Paperbored Packaging Association
(Song: Ian/Music: The Larch)

We’re miserable therefore we are,
Counting our unlucky stars
With our fingers in the goody jar
Fighting an emerging virus, drowsiness is just a bonus;
Prescription fulfilled:
The Paperbored Packaging Association

Welcome to the paper nest,
You’re charming, lively and you’re fresh
We’ll make a drone out of you yet!
Tie your neckwear to a tether, under the footwear of a master
Business casual:
The Paperbored Packaging Association

We are a world class company,
Join the financial dancing queen
Dance ‘til your life is but a dream...

Gently hit a Mr. Coffee-nerve!

Come embrace the unity,
Dangle from the family tree –
You can always hope they’ll cut you free
Make it your eternal chorus
After every greeting to us;
Wish they’d fire me!

The Paperbored Packaging Association...

Batboy Signs Up
(Song: Ian/Music: The Larch)

Stumbling out of the wreckage,
Of what was known as the ground floor.
The tremors became an earthquake
And they could not be ignored no more
They could not be ignored...

Just like bits of a puzzle, the pieces of today,
The papers put them together
And they had to go this way, of course,
They had to go this way...

Now eyes right and skip,
Get in step with the rest
You near sighted kid that would miss if the fight was fixed...
Batboy signs up to do his bit
Oh yeah!

I’m reading between the headlines,
‘Cause this can’t be the way it is;
Here comes Captain Avenger
Looking for his nemesis,
Says he’ll make him pay for this...

Just like bits of a puzzle, the pieces of today,
The papers put them together
And they had to go this way, of course,
They had to go this way...

(chorus)

Flag sales soar on a fast boat from China,
Let’s sail over what’s under central Asia.
Batboy can’t see if it’s under his radar
So draw that boy a picture of the beast.

Victoria Crown
(Song: Ian/Music: The Larch & Matt Barton)

I wonder: did I slip up skating on an icy rim?
I wonder: did I slip down under her phase-shifted skin?

In line with these would-be princes,
Courting royal facial flush,
Cringing when she sighs and winces...

(Chorus) Winning the Victoria crown
Am I winning the Victoria crown?

I wonder what’s under these luke-warm short length waves,
Do I dive down into her arms, or am I kept at bay?

The last course rings with our laughter,
Bet I’m gaining on the post,
Or lost it chasing a non-starter...