It's Sort Of What Jazz

Well I Don't Know How Many Pounds Make Up A Ton, Of All The Nobel Prizes That I've Never Won, And I May Be The Mayor Of Simpleton, But I Know One Thing, And That's I Love You.

Will You Tell Them About That Far Off And Mythical Land And How A Child To The Virgin Came? Will You Tell Them That The Reason Why We Murdered Everything Upon The Surface Of The World Is So We Can Stand Right Up And Say We Did It In His Name?

I Actually Think The Creative Process Is Finite, And I'm Wondering Whether I've Retched Everything Up. Because It's Like Vomiting Or Shitting.

My Parents, Especially My Mother, Were No Influence On Me Whatsoever.

Ballet For A Rainy Day Silent Film Of Melting Miracle Play Dancing Out There Through My Window To The Backdrop Of A Slow Descending Grey