I Paint My Joy And I Sing

There Was This Mountain Village In Russia Where My Music Was Getting In On Some German Radio Station. I Remember This Because Music Used To Get Up To Saskatchewan From Texas. Late At Night After The Local Station Closed Down.

The God Of The Old Testament Is The Depiction Of Evil.

You Feed It All Your Woes, The Ghostly Garden Grows.

You Can Give Me 400,000 Hostile People And I Won't Even Break Sweat. If You Give Me 200 Adoring People, My Mouth Will Dry Out.

I Assume There Must Be Some Kind Of Genetic Thrust. My Two Grandmothers Were Very Different, But Both Of Them Were Frustrated Musicians.