You Crush Me With The Things You

So The Story Goes, So I'm Told The People He Knew Were Less Than Golden Hearted Gamblers And Robbers Drinkers And Jokers, All Soul Searchers Like You And Me

Move Into Kiss Those Sweet Sugar Lips, Baby Looks Just Like Love.

Digging A Ditch Where Madness Gives A Bit Digging A Ditch Where Silence Lives Digging A Ditch For When I'm Old Digging This Ditch My Story's Told Where All These Troubles Weigh Down On Me Will Rise ..... Where All These Questions Spinning Round My Head Will Die

I'm A Fairly Tormented Artist, And I'm Less Willing To Indulge Myself In Self-pity, Outside Of Songwriting.

The Reason I Play Music Is To Touch People - For Selfish Reasons, As Well. It Feels Good To Make Someone Else Feel Something, Whether It's A Kiss, A Painting, Good Idea Or It's A Song.