I Think A Lot Of

Next Door, There's An Old Man Who Lived To His Nineties And One Day Passed Away In His Sleep. And His Wife, She Stayed For A Couple Of Days And Passed Away. I'm Sorry, I Know That's A Strange Way To Tell You That I Know We Belong.

When Someone Really Goes To Tell You Something About What They're Thinking, They're Going To Wear That Experience With Them. That's What You Have To Share.

The Piano Is Just A Different Animal. It's Expensive, It's Big, It's Heavy, And It Doesn't Fit In The Mix Easily. Everyone Grew Up With A Piano In Their Living Room, So Rocking Out On The Piano Was Accessible - It Wasn't An Upper-class Thing. Now Pianos Have Become Very Much A Piece Of Furniture.

I Have Manic Energy. What Can Be Done About It? I Don't Know What To Say Sometimes. I'm Professional In Public, But I Like To Stay Inside And Be A Hermit.

I Look To An Out Gay Man Or Woman As Pretty Much What I Would Aspire To. The Strength That It Takes To Do That And The Floodgates That Open And What They Pay For It.