I Get Lost, Sometimes. Days Pass And

I Try When I'm Writing To Fill My Head And My Ears With All Sorts Of Stuff And Then Let It Settle And Filter Through. At A Certain Point It Seems Like Fruitless Activity Because You're Taking A Lot Of Time And Not Seeming To Get Anything. And Then, Slowly, You Realize You've Actually Digested Elements And That Your Thinking Is Being Freed Up And The Way You Build Up Compositions Is Changed As A Result Of What You've Been Listening To.

At The Heart, It Is World Music That I Do. It's All Connections. Ultimately, We're All Connected.

Letting Go, It's So Hard The Way It's Hurting Now To Get This Love Untied So Tough To Stay With This Thing 'cos If I Follow Through I Face What I Denied I'll Get Those Hooks Out Of Me And I'll Take Out The Hooks That I Sunk Deep In Your Side Kill That Fear Of Emptiness, That Loneliness I Hide.

Surround Yourself With Brilliance.

Climbing Up On Solsbury Hill I Could See The City Light Wind Was Blowing, Time Stood Still Eagle Flew Out Of The Night He Was Something To Observe Came In Close, I Heard A Voice Standing Stretching Every Nerve I Had To Listen, Had No Choice