Seriousness Is The Deepest Pleasure We Have.

My Friends Are Gone And My Hair Is Grey. I Ache In Places I Used To Play. And I’m Crazy For Love But I’m Not Coming On. I’m Just Paying My Rent Every Day In The Tower Of Song.

I Alwaysthought Of Myself As A Competent, Minor Poet. I Know Who I'm Up Against.

I Have To Finish It In Order To Know Whether It Deserves To Survive.

And This Is Our Time-keeper, With A Passion For Percussion

Like A Bird On A Wire, Like A Drunk In A Midnight Choir, I Have Tried In My Way To Be Free!!