And My Saab Is So Great I'm

There's A Richness To The Old Works If You Look Before The 1950s. The Chord Progressions And The Language Was More Complicated, Especially In The Jazz And Classical World.

From In The Shadow She Calls. And In The Shadow She Finds A Way, Finds A Way. And In The Shadow She Crawls, Clutching Her Faded Photograph. My Image Under Her Thumb. Yes With A Message For My Heart. She’s Been Everybody Else’s Girl Maybe One Day She’ll Be Her Own.

What I Want Is Not To Want What Isn't Mine

I Don't See Myself As Weird, I Just See Myself As Honest.

If You Call Me A New-age, Airy-fairy, Hippie-dippy Airhead I Will Shove My Crystals Up Your Ass.