There's Something About Celtic Mythology

My Mouth Is A Womb. My Teeth Are My Children. My Tongue Is Their Babysitter.

I Do A So-called Trip Into Myself: I Sit Down At The Piano And The Melody Might Start To Evolve From My Playing Or Then I Might Start To Sing It.

The Bright Days Of My Youththey Were Full Of Hopethe Great Journey That Was Before Me Thenwas What Was Destined To Be, Bye Bye.now I'm Sorrowful,the Day Is Long Past.alas And Woe, Oh.

I Think They Find It - They Find Me Quite Confusing, Because - They Know The Music, But They Don't Know Anything About Me Because I Keep A Very Private Lifestyle So They End Up Making Up Stories As Such. But I Don't Really Concern Myself Too Much About Them.

There's Something About Celtic Mythology Which Is Deep In The Soul, And I Just Think That Somehow She Has Tapped Right Into It.