Brother, Be A Brother, Fill This Tiny

No Fish Can Swim Until The King Is Born, Until The King Is Born In Tupelo.

I Write A Lot, And Very Often I Write A Couple Of Lines That Are Particularly Revealing In Some Kind Of Way. And Then As A Few More Lines Get Added And A Piece Gets Added, Eventually The Song Pretty Much Takes Over And You Can't Really Find A Way To Change Those Things.

And I Wish That I Was Made Of Stone So That I Would Not Have To See A Beauty Impossible To Define A Beauty Impossible To Believe A Beauty Impossible To Endure The Blood Imparted In Little Sips The Smell Of You Still On My Hands As I Bring The Cup Up To My Lips No God Up In The Sky No Devil Beneath The Sea Could Do The Job That You Did, Baby Of Bringing Me To My Knees

I Think There's A Certain Numbness In Modern Society, That Accepts Certain Kinds Of Violence, But Represses Other Kinds Of Violence.

People Think I'm A Miserable Sod But It's Only Because I Get Asked Such Bloody Miserable Questions.