What's In Store For Me In The

Happy. Just In My Swim Shorts, Barefooted, Wild-haired, In The Red Fire Dark, Singing, Swigging Wine, Spitting, Jumping, Running - That's The Way To Live. All Alone And Free In The Soft Sands Of The Beach.

Geniuses Can Be Scintillating And Geniuses Can Be Somber, But It's That Inescapable Sorrowful Depth That Shines Through-originality.

Some's Bastards, Some's Ain't. That's The Score.

Always Pull Back-and See How Silly We Must Look To God.

It Was The Work Of The Quiet Mountains, This Torrent Of Purity At My Feet.