My Mind Goes To Tragedy First.

He Goes Along Just As A Water Lily Gentle On The Surface Of His Thoughts His Body Floats Unweighed Down By Passion Or Intensity Yet Unaware Of The Depth Upon Which He Coasts And He Finds A Home In Me For What Misfortune Sows, He Knows My Touch Will Reap

I Didn't Want To Be Precious About Things. Of Course, The Idea Is To Make Great Music, But If You Have Great Musicians Up There, It Gives Me Some Leeway To Play Around A Little Bit.

Though Dreams Can Be Deceiving; Like Faces Are To Hearts, They Serve For Sweet Relieving, When Fantasy And Reality Lie Too Far Apart.

Do They Think I'm On Drugs? That I Have A Life-threatening Illness? That I'm Anorexic? Emotionally, It Doesn't Get Easier To Hear Those Criticisms - But It Gets Easier To Be Resolute About My Reaction To It.

Heaven Help Me For The Way I Am, Save Me From These Evil Deeds Before I Get Them Done.