The Trouble With Normal Is It Only

Some People Never See The Light Till It Shines Thru Bullet Holes.

Like A Stone On The Surface Of A Still River Driving The Ripples On Forever Redemption Rips Through The Surface Of Time In The Cry Of A Tiny Babe.

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.

I Wanted To Play Rock And Roll When I Started Playing. Nobody At That Time Ever Thought About Songwriting. You Sang Songs, That's All. You Sang Other People's Songs. That's All There Were.

Gotta Kick At The Darkness Til It Bleeds Daylight.