When You Cease To Exist,

A Record ... Is A Statement, It's Its Own Statement, Its Own Entity, Rather Than Being About Something Else. If I Was A Painter ... I Don't Paint The Chair, I Would Paint Feelings About The Chair.

Wasn't Making Any Great Connection Wasn't Falling For Any Intricate Scheme Nothing That Would Pass Inspection Just Thinking Of A Series Of Dreams

Shakespeare's Last Play Was Called The Tempest. It Wasn't Called Just Plain Tempest. The Name Of My Record Is Just Plain Tempest. It's Two Different Titles.

Oh, Time Is Short And The Days Are Sweet And Passion Rules The Arrow That Flies.

I Once Loved A Girl, Her Skin It Was Bronze With The Innocence Of A Lamb, She Was Gentle Like A Fawn I Courted Her Proudly But Now She Is Gone Gone As The Season She's Taken