All Men Will Be Sailors Then Until

Coroner's Inquest: Death By Drowning. And He Hasn't Been To The Sea-shore In Ten Years.

Suffering, Violent Suffering, Seems To Be Something That Corresponds With Something That We Experience.

I Always Loved Those Little Creatures [hummingbird], Always Feel Blessed When They Appear Nearby. There's A Magical Quality To Them. I Finally Put One In A Song.

A Sip Of Wine, A Cigarette, And Then It’s Time To Go. I Tidied Up The Kitchenette; I Tuned The Old Banjo. I’m Wanted At The Traffic-jam. They’re Saving Me A Seat.

Your Heart Opens And Of Course You're Completely Panicked Because You're Used To Guarding This Organ With Your Life.