News

Lyrics & Discography

Scrapbook

Links

Rairities

The songs listed below have either been posted as MP3s at Glen's official site or have been played at Glen concerts but have not yet been included on an album. Some of them are rumored to be prime candidates for inclusion on Glen's next album.

I've done my best to transcribe the lyrics, but I'm sure I've made a mistake or three. Please e-mail me if you have any corrections.

Everything Matters

Do I make you better still?
And isn't that what brought us here?
Making some excuse will get us both nowhere
Life is never easy but it's almost fair

There is nothing that doesn't matter
There is nothing that doesn't matter
Every word is a seed that you scatter
There is nothing that doesn't matter

Shut your mouth and just be with me
We throw stones all too easily
Every angry word is like a cigarette
A moment of relief
The nail in your chest
It's better to never start
It's better to follow your heart

There is nothing that doesn't matter
There is nothing that doesn't matter
Everything matters

Lay down here right next to me
And we'll forgive every little thing
Every thoughtless word and every selfish need
I will carry you and you will carry me

'Cause there is nothing that doesn't matter
There is nothing that doesn't matter
Every word is a seed that you scatter
There is nothing that doesn't matter
Everything matters

Gabriel

Gabriel, listen
I'm in need of a friend
Gabriel, would you listen?
Faith alone is a prison
But I can't sleep with the fallen
Gabriel, would you listen?

If you are here, then let me see
I need you now, please don't leave me
Gabriel wouldn't listen

You will speak for the father
But who will speak for the others?
The widow, son, and the mother
I'm so far now from heaven
But I've a question to send him
Gabriel, listen

The church is fallen
The priests are hardened
These are your workers
Then is all this love, this earth
This good forsaken. . .

Gabriel, listen
I'm in need of a friend
Gabriel, would you listen?
Faith alone is a prison
So I am one of the fallen
Gabriel wouldn't listen
Gabriel wouldn't listen

Garage

Dad's in the garage
In a cardboard box
Some would think it was wrong
But I say it's not

Dad's in the garage
Place of legend and fable
He'll be missed, but not lost
Just as long as he's labeled

Gonna raise my kids well
Give 'em what he gave me
So if they ask you
Just tell them I'll be
Out in my garage

We had 43 boxes of textbooks on physics
20-odd more on parapsychology
Well there's DTP's papers, DTP's projects
Just one lonely box simply marked DTP

Gonna raise my kids well
Give 'em what he gave me
So if they ask you
Just tell them I'll be
Out in my garage