I'd Probably Be Famous Now

I Hear Pounding Feet In The Streets Below And The Women Crying And The Children Know That There's Something Wrong And It's Hard To Believe That Love Will Prevail Oh It Won't Rain All The Time The Sky Won't Fall Forever And Though The Night Seems Long Your Tears Won't Fall Forever

I Am A Musician. I Didn't Know I Would Be So When I Was Young. I Do Know That I Have Always Heard Music In My Head That I Wasn't Hearing Somewhere Else And I 'needed' This Music. And Obedient To The Laws Of Nature, I Created Into This Vacuum.

Acceptable Food Rots While We Are Chased From Bins Behind Restaurants, Chased From Sleeping On The Street, Chased From Relieving Ourselves Unless We Pay For Food Or Gas, Until Finally We Are So Hungry, Sleepless, Smelly, Constipated And Beaten-down That We Simply Die Of Lack Of Will To Live.

Every Night Is Different, A Ball Of Thread That Unrolls Differently.

If You Ask Someone If They Like Music, They Look At You Strangely. It Seems To Be A Universal Given. Like Asking Someone If They Like Breathing. It Is Like Breathing. Or Air, Rather. Flowing Without And Within. A Matrix Within Which Our Lives Are Set. The Setting For The Tableware Of Our Beings.