I Have One Piece Of Music, Since

I Get The Same Charge From Juxtaposition Of Colors As I Do From Juxtaposition Of Chords.

And The Seasons They Go 'round And 'round And The Painted Ponies Go Up And Down We're Captive On The Carousel Of Time We Can't Return We Can Only Look Behind From Where We Came And Go Round And Round And Round In The Circle Game.

But You Know It's Hard To Tell When You're In The Spell If It's Wrong Or If It's Real But You're Bound To Lose If You Let The Blues Get You Scared To Feel

When I Began Experimenting, People Weren't Ready For It. Once It's In Its Second And Third Generational Stages, People Can Accept It.

Musically, I Would Never Run Dry. Any Time I Sit Down To An Instrument, I Could Write A Song.