Once You Tie Anger And Ego Together

And I'm Wondering Where The Lions Are.

All These Years Of Thinking, Ending Up Like This: In Front Of All This Beauty, Understanding Nothing.

I Watch The Confusion Of Friends All Numb With Love Moving Like Stray Dogs To The Anthem Of Night Long Conversations Of Pulsing Rhythms And Random Voltage Voices In Spite Of Themselves Graceful As These Raindrops Creeping Spermlike Across The Car Window.

My Models For Graceful Aging Are Guys Like John Lee Hooker And Mississippi John Hurt, Who Never Stopped Working Till They Dropped, As I Fully Expect To Be Doing, And Just Getting Better As Musicians And As Human Beings.

Lord, Spit On Our Eyes That We May See, How To Wake Up From This Tragedy.