Beauty Walks A Razors Edge,

There's Not Even Room Enough To Be Anywhere/it's Not Dark Yet, But It's Getting There.../i Was Born Here And I'll Die Here Against My Will/i Know It Looks Like I'm Moving, But I'm Standing Still.

"subterranean Homesick Blues" [of Bob Dylan] Captures, In Word-salad Format, Life In An Encroaching Police State.

Mama's In The Factory, She Ain't Got No Shoes. Daddy's In The Alley, He's Looking For Food.

Every Step Of The Way We Walk The Line Your Days Are Numbered, So Are Mine Time Is Pilin' Up, We Struggle And We Scrape We're All Boxed In, Nowhere To Escape

I Want To Use Songs That Everybody Knows Or Thinks They Know. I Want To Show Them A Different Side Of It And Open Up That World In A More Unique Way. You Have To Believe What The Words Are Saying And The Words Are As Important As The Melody. Unless You Believe The Song And Have Lived It, There's Little Sense In Performing It. I Never Wanted To Be A Singer That