Being Drunk Is A Good Disguise. I

I Am Troubled, Immeasurably By Your Eyes. I Am Struck By The Feather Of Your Soft Reply. The Sound Of Glass Speaks Quick, Disdain And Conceals What Your Eyes Fight To Explain.

I Love The Friends I Have Gathered Together On This Thin Raft.

I Like Any Reaction I Can Get With My Music. Just Anything To Get People To Think. I Mean If You Can Get A Whole Room Full Of Drunk, Stoned People To Actually Wake Up And Think, You're Doing Something.

Each Day Is A Drive Through History.

Another Flashing Chance At Bliss Another Kiss, Another Kiss