Fight Despite The Crowds Of

I Just Want To Be A Guy With A Guitar.

I'm Lying In My Bed, Blanket Is Warm, This Body Will Never Keep Me Safe From Harm. I Still Feel Your Hair, Black Ribbons Of Coal. Touch My Skin To Keep Me Whole. If Only You'd Come Back To Me. To Feel You At My Side, Wouldn't Need No Mojo Pin To Keep Me Satisfied.

I've Always Felt That The Quality Of The Voice Is Where The Real Content Of A Song Lies. Words Only Suggest An Experience, But The Voice Is That Experience.

There's The Moon Asking To Stay Long Enough For The Clouds To Fly Me Away

Music Was Like My First Real Toy. I Was An Only Child For A While, And I Was Alone A Lot Of The Time - And I Liked It. I Still Like Being Alone.