Anyone Who Doesn't Belive In Faeries, Isn't

I'm Trying Not To Move, It's Just Your Ghost Passing Through

There's A Richness To The Old Works If You Look Before The 1950s. The Chord Progressions And The Language Was More Complicated, Especially In The Jazz And Classical World.

So Then I Though I'd Make Some Plans, But Fire Thought She'd Really Rather Be Water Instead.

Years Go By Will I Still Be Waiting For Somebody Else To Understand Years Go By If I'm Stripped Of My Beauty And The Orange Clouds Raining In Head Years Go By Will I Choke On My Tears Till Finally There Is Nothing Left One More Casualty You Know We're Too Easy Easy Easy

My Father Was A Minister And So Rock Music Was Banned In Our House.