Haze All Clouding Up In My Mind

My Father Was Strict, But He Recognised My Ability And Got A Lot Of Flak From The Church For Supporting Me.

We Are All Fairies Living Underneath A Leaf Of A Lily Pad.

After A While, Though, You Realize That A Whole Slew Of Young Singer-songwriter Piano Players Are Getting Compared To You. That's When You Feel The Passage Of Time Is Occurring.

If You Know Me So Well, Tell Me Which Hand That I Use.

The Romantic Myth Of The Artist Says That You Are The Source. I Have No Illusion About That. Native Americans Don't Believe They Are The Source. They Have Access To The Source. Endless Access. But Don't Get Confused.