I See Music As Fluid Architecture.

Lord, There's Danger In This Land, You Get Witch Hunts And Wars When Church And State Hold Hands.

Bows And Flows Of Angel Hair And Ice Cream Castles In The Air And Feather Canyons Everywhere, I've Looked At Clouds That Way.

We Call For The Three Great Stimulants Of The Exhausted Ones, Artifice, Brutality, And Innocence.

No One Likes To Have Less Than They Had Before. That's The Nature Of The Human Animal.

Innocence Is Drowned In Anarchy. The Best Lack Conviction Given Time To Think, And The Worst Are Full Of Passion Without Mercy.