Losing Love Is Like A Window In

There Is A Moment, A Chip In Time, When Leaving Home Is The Lesser Crime.

I Like Working With Sound; Sound And Rhythm. I Like The Abstract More Than "what Does That Mean?" Nobody Ever Says To You, "why Did You Use A Harmonium?" Or "what Is That Ringing Sound That Occurs Here?" The Questions Are Always "what Does That Song Mean?" Or "what Were You Trying To Say Here?"

And A Rock Feels No Pain; And An Island Never Cries.

I Met My Old Lover On The Street Last Night, She Seemed Glad To See Me.

I Was Eating In A Chinese Restaurant Downtown. There Was A Dish Called Mother And Child Reunion. It's Chicken And Eggs. And I Said, I Gotta Use That One.