I Just Feel That When All Is

Now I Know How Joan Of Arc Felt.

Young Bones Groan And The Rocks Below Say, "throw Your White Body Down!" But I'm Going To Meet The One I Love At Last

I'm Dramatically Underexposed. I Demand More Attention!

I Think The Pop Chart Today Is Entirely Market-driven. And It Has Nothing To Do With Public Taste. And It Has Nothing To Do With Moving Music Forward. It's Simply A Market Chart.

These Tears I'm Wailing, I Spill Not Without Reason. Remove Them, My Dearest Love. Take Me To The Place I've Been Dreaming Of, Where The Grotesquely Lonely Meet The Grotesquely Lonely And They Whisper, Just Very Softly, Please Be Mine, Dearest Love.