Everything Must Belong Somewhere. I Know That

I Came Upon A Doctor Who Appeared In Quite Poor Health. I Said, 'there's Nothing That I Can Do For You That You Can't Do For Yourself.' He Said, 'oh Yes You Can. Just Hold My Hand. I Think That That Would Help.' So I Sat With Him A While Then I Asked Him How He Felt. He Said, 'i Think I'm Cured.'

If The World Could Remain Within A Frame Like A Painting On The Wall, I Think We'd See The Beauty Then And Stand Staring In Awe.

There Was This Book I Read And Loved, The Story Of A Ship Who Sailed Around The World And Found That Nothing Else Exists Beyond Its Own Two Sails And Wooden Shell And What Is Held Within. All Else Is Sure To Pass. We Clutch And Grasp And Debate What's Truly Permanent.

It's Always The Negative Things That Seep Through Into Your Consciousness. Most Of The Positive Things Just Roll Off Real Fast. I Just Try Not To Pay Attention To It, Because I've Never Read Anything About My Band That's Accurate.

It's Dangerous To Buy Into Praise And Criticism For What You Do When You're Trying To Present Your Music To People. I Don't Ignore It Completely, But I Don't Dwell On It Too Much.