| Song | Multiple Suns |
| Artist | Cass McCombs |
| Album | Prefection |
| I’m looking forward to losing all my hair | |
| I’m looking forward to looking backward | |
| Multiple suns have always guided me | |
| Multiple suns, to do my bidding | |
| I recall my youth with | |
| Klock: A bubbling boob of hate | |
| Still, I fashioned not one crime | |
| And Klock, ofcourse, was arrested | |
| They turned his mind to paste | |
| Yes, it happens all the time | |
| Now you ask me ‘why so many suns?’ | |
| One for each murder me and my angel done | |
| De profundis; how | |
| I love to live this loose! | |
| De profundis; with my | |
| Donald Duck orange juice! | |
| Klock was like an older brother | |
| And for awhile | |
| I was he Or rather he was | |
| I Now I regard him as another | |
| One of my sovereign suns | |
| Yes, this happens all the time | |
| The Harpies scatter; intestines unravel | |
| Better than memory: | |
| ACTUAL TIM | |
| E TRAVEL Heavens abound in pomegranate light | |
| Heavens abound; | |
| I gain back my overbite | |
| I am their only planet | |
| Suns of the bluest flame | |
| Stoic, yet volatile | |
| If’n the past come hither | |
| I keep the gaslight burning | |
| Because it could happen any time |
| I' m looking forward to losing all my hair | |
| I' m looking forward to looking backward | |
| Multiple suns have always guided me | |
| Multiple suns, to do my bidding | |
| I recall my youth with | |
| Klock: A bubbling boob of hate | |
| Still, I fashioned not one crime | |
| And Klock, ofcourse, was arrested | |
| They turned his mind to paste | |
| Yes, it happens all the time | |
| Now you ask me ' why so many suns?' | |
| One for each murder me and my angel done | |
| De profundis how | |
| I love to live this loose! | |
| De profundis with my | |
| Donald Duck orange juice! | |
| Klock was like an older brother | |
| And for awhile | |
| I was he Or rather he was | |
| I Now I regard him as another | |
| One of my sovereign suns | |
| Yes, this happens all the time | |
| The Harpies scatter intestines unravel | |
| Better than memory: | |
| ACTUAL TIM | |
| E TRAVEL Heavens abound in pomegranate light | |
| Heavens abound | |
| I gain back my overbite | |
| I am their only planet | |
| Suns of the bluest flame | |
| Stoic, yet volatile | |
| If' n the past come hither | |
| I keep the gaslight burning | |
| Because it could happen any time |