Is This Love, Baby, Or Is This

A Broom Is Drearily Sweeping Up The Broken Pieces Of Yesterday's Life.

I Didn't Mean To Take Up All Your Sweet Time... I'll Give It Right Back To You, One Of These Days

I'm The One That's Got To Die When It's Time For Me To Die, So Let Me Live My Life The Way I Want To.

Imagination Is The Key To My Lyrics. The Rest Is Painted With A Little Science Fiction...all I'm Writing Is Just What I Feel, That's All. I Just Keep It Almost Naked. And Probably The Words Are So Bland...i Just Hate To Be In One Corner. I Hate To Be Put As Only A Guitar Player, Or Either Only As A Songwriter, Or Only As A Tap Dancer. I Like To Move Around...music Doesn't Lie. If There Is Something To Be Changed In This World, Then It Can Only Happen Through Music.

The Story Of Life Is Quicker Then The Blink Of An Eye, The Story Of Love Is Hello, Goodbye.