Art Is A Never-ending Dance Of Illusions.

The Dirt Of Gossip Blows Into My Face And The Dust Rumors Cover Me. But If The Arrow Is Straight And The Point Is Slick, It Can Pierce Through Dust No Matter How Thick.

Watch Waterfalls Of Pity Roar, You Feel To Moan But Unlike Before, You Discover That You'd Just Be One More Person Crying.

Don't Forget To Support Your Public Library.

Bullets Can Harm You And Death Can Disarm You, But No, You Will Not Be Deceived. Stripped Of All Virtue As You Crawl Through The Dirt, You Can Give But You Cannot Receive.

I Became Interested In Folk Music Because I Had To Make It Somehow.