You Feed It All Your Woes, The

My Husband Had An Education. He Had A Degree In Literature. I Married Into A Camp Of Literary Types.

You Have This Mounting Aggressive Ignorance With The Rabbit's Foot Of Their Particular Religion. You Don't Really Have Any Kind Of Spiritual Law, Just A Kind Of A Rabid Mental Illness. The Songs Are A Little Slice Of Life.

Whatever It Was That I Felt Was The Weak Link In My Previous Project Gave Me Inspiration For The Next One.

I Hang My Laundry On The Line When I Write.

Do You See How You Hurt Me, Baby? So I Hurt You Too. Then We Both Get So Blue. I Am On A Lonely Road And I Am Traveling, Looking For The Key To Set Me Free.