How Many Deaths Will It Take 'till

The Purpose Of Art Is To Stop Time.

Suddenly I Found You And The Spirit In Me Sings, Don't Have To Look No Further, You're The Soul Of Many Things.

Even I Don't Know What I'm Saying Most Of The Time.

Ah, Current Music. What Would That Be? Ah, Really, A Lot Of It Sounds Defective To Me. It Makes Me Restless.

Stop All This Weeping, Swallow Your Pride/ You Will Not Die, Its Not Poison -tombstone Blues