Lyrics for my upcoming free album 'naïve music'

Hello,
Thanks for coming to this site and thanks for your interest in my album(naïve music).
It's so bad it's free :)

Right now I'll just post the lyrics to some of the songs but in the near future I would like to, for whatever reason, provide either a readable or listenable commentary on the songs and their meanings. Most of the songs are about events in my life.
Who cares about shit like this? Nobody.

Sunstroke
Way out in the desert,
the sand is choking our throats,
the sky is writing us lovenotes.
I can't see for the sun,
and there's no water to be found.

I'm choking on it,
I think I got it from you.
She's choking on it,
I think she's got it too.

Sunstroke.

We're bone-dry now,
the birds'll at us soon,
those black-winged bastards they can hardly wait,
to taste you.
I can't see for the sun,
and there's no drinking water to be found.

I'm choking on it,
I think I got from you,
She's choking on it,
I think she's got it too.

Sunstroke.

Forever Should
I know I should,
I just haven't got around to it yet.
I know I should,
I just haven't found the time for it yet.

There's always tomorrow,
things'll be okay.
There's always tomorow,
And I live for today.

Now I'm dead and I don't have time to spend with those I should have told them that I should have told them that I...

We'll meet again in a land where,
Golden summer reigns forever,
We'll have all time to spend together.

Now there's time to tell them,
Now there's time to say,
I love you.


The Old Blind Man - A Dream of Death and Relief
oh, the old blind man,
amongst the dunes.
he's got nothing but Mexican radio.
"shoot me", he says.
"shoot me", he says.
"shoot me".

My Mother had a dream,
she was in the forest.
He was there with her.
"I like it here, everything is alright".

I'm sure they think about him every day,
I'm sure it's hell without him.
Gone.
I'm sure they think about him every day,
I'm sure it's hell without him.
Gone.

He Was A Friend of Mine (traditional)
He was a friend of mine.
He was a friend of mine.
Every time I think about him now,
Lord, I just can't keep from cryin'.
'Cause he was a friend of mine. He died on the road.

He died on the road.
He never had enough money,
To pay his room or board.
And he was a friend of mine

I stole away and cried.
I stole away and cried.
'Cause I never had too much money,
And I never been quite satisfied.
And he was a friend of mine.

He never done no wrong.
He never done no wrong.
A thousand miles from home,
And he never harmed no one.
And he was a friend of mine

He was a friend of mine.
He was a friend of mine.
Every time I hear his name,
Lord, I just can't keep from cryin'
'Cause he was a friend of mine.

Nostrum
Past instances in which I professed to liking you were, in truth, false.
Impossibly distant childhood projected on our walls.
Can't divide everything into black or white.
Account for the plurality of and distortions over time.

Consider lifetimes, yours and mine, collections of events.
In the endgame, grass and sky, gone are you and I.
Recollection whole, and monochrome nostalgia,
threads of the soul.
Pre-complications, mechanizations, were you ever there?