Talk About Celestial Bodies.

Caught Between The Longing For Love, And The Struggle For The Legal Tender, Where The Sirens Sing And The Church Bells Ring, And The Junk Man Pounds His Fender. Where The Veterans Dream Of The Fight, Fast Asleep At The Traffic Light, And The Children Solemnly Wait For The Ice Cream Vendor.

In The End, They Traded Their Tired Wings For The Resignation That Living Brings. And Exchanged Love's Bright And Fragile Glow For The Glitter And The Rouge, And In The Moment They Were Swept Before The Deluge.

Music Itself Is A Great Source Of Relaxation. Parts Of It Anyway. Working In The Studio, That's Not Relaxing, But Playing An Instrument That I Don't Know How To Play Is Unbelievably Relaxing, Because I Don't Have Any Pressure On Me.

We May Lose And We May Win, But We Will Never Be Here Again.

Make It On Your Own If You Think You Can.if You See Somewhere To Go, I Understand.