Happy The Country That Lives

Actually Oddly Enough, I Think My Work, The Activism, Will Be Forgotten. And I Hope It Will. Because I Hope Those Problems Will Have Gone Away.

I Love America And I Hate It. I'm Torn Between The Two. I Have Two Conflicting Visions Of America. One Is A Kind Of Dream Landscape And The Other Is A Kind Of Black Comedy.

So What We're Talking About Here Is Human Rights. The Right To Live Like A Human. The Right To Live, Period. And What We're Facing In Africa Is An Unprecedented Threat To Human Dignity And Equality.

Dream Up The Kind Of World You Want To Live In. Dream Out Loud.

You Don't Become An 'artist' Unless You've Got Something Missing Somewhere. Blaise Pascal Called It A God-shaped Hole. Everyone's Got One But Some Are Blacker And Wider Than Others. It's A Feeling Of Being Abandoned,cut Adrift In Space And Time-sometimes Following The Loss Of A Loved One. You Can Never Completely Fill That Hole-you Can Try With Songs,family,faith And By Living A Full Life...but When Things Are Silent, You Can Still Hear The Hissing Of What's Missing.