Beat Me, Hate Me, You Can Never

I Wake Up From Dreams And Go, 'wow, Put This Down On Paper.' The Whole Thing Is Strange. You Hear The Words, Everything Is Right There In Front Of Your Face. ... I Am Always Writing A Potpourri Of Music. I Want To Give The World Escapism Through The Wonder Of Great Music And To Reach The Masses. ... And I Remember Going To The Record Studio And There Was A Park Across The Street And I'd See All The Children Playing And I Would Cry Because It Would Make Me Sad That I Would Have To Work Instead.

You Have To Be Loyal And True To One Another, Or Your Love Will Never Last!

Dancers Come And Go In The Twinkling Of An Eye, But The Dance Lives On.

Music Is The Soundtrack To Life. It Plays The Melody Of Our Being.

If You Want To See Eccentricities, I'll Be Grotesque Before Your Eyes.