If I Was Writing Songs

The Music Is The Magic Carpet That Other Things Take Naps On.

I'm The Thing That Fundamentalist Christians Cringe Over.

I Just Hand Shoes On The Wall. They're Architecture You Know.

Strange, I Thought I Knew You Well, Thought I Had Read The Sky, Thought I Had Seen A Change In Your Eyes.

When One Doesn’t Want The Limelight, But Is Also Creative In Developing Whatever It Is They Are, Then You Can Have Two Equal People That Aren’t Competing Against Each Other. I Think When You Are In The Same Field, It’s Difficult To Leave It Outside And Not Compete. Then When The Doors Are Closed, That Pervades Everything.