Ocak, 2009 tarihine ait yayınlar gösteriliyor

No one speaks and no one tries, no one flies around the sun.

Sun is in the sky, oh why oh why would I wanna be anywhere else?

I fly like paper, get high like planes.

I will find a center in you, I will chew it up and leave, I will work to elevate you just enough to bring you down.

Lather was thirty years old today, they took away all his toys. His mother sent newspaper clippings to him about old friends who'd stopped being boys.

When did they come and when did they go?

I chase the wind of a prism ship to taste the sweet and sour. The pattern juggler lifst his hand; the orchestra begin.

Bu İsa Ölmeli (JCS'yi Türkçeleştirme Projesi Bölüm Dört)

Her Şey Gayet İyi (JCS'yi Türkçeleştirme Projesi Bölüm Üç)

Olay Nedir/Pek Bir Garip (JCS'yi Türkçeleştirme Projesi bölüm iki)

Zihinlerindeki Cennet (JCS'yi Türkçeleştirme projesi bölüm bir)

Here he comes now, stick to your guns and let him through.