Deadlines Are Things That We

The Earthly Power Sucks Shadowed Milk From Sleepy Tears Undone, From Nippled Skin As Smooth As Silk The Bugles Blown As One.

The Outside World Is Black And White With Only One Color Dead.

I Think That You Get The Mood Of A Song Stronger If You Get It Right That Way. On The Other Hand, You Put Some Songs Out Live And They Don't Catch Flight. They Just Flop. It Is Hard To Tell Until They Are Out There.

They Think So Small, They Use Small Words. But Not Me, I'm Smarter Than That, I've Worked It Out. I'm Stretching My Mouth To Let Those Big Words Come On Out.

Self-conscious, Uncertain, I'm Showered By The Dust. But The Spirit Enters Into Me And I Submit To Trust.