I Try To Make My Music Have

Acceptable Food Rots While We Are Chased From Bins Behind Restaurants, Chased From Sleeping On The Street, Chased From Relieving Ourselves Unless We Pay For Food Or Gas, Until Finally We Are So Hungry, Sleepless, Smelly, Constipated And Beaten-down That We Simply Die Of Lack Of Will To Live.

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I Try To Make My Music Have The Quiet Spaces Of Folk, The Intimacy, And The Energy Of Rock.

Music Is All About Training In Harmony, Training To Understand And Use Musical Energy For Our Greater Pleasure By Attuning To The Natural Laws Of The Universe.

I Hear Pounding Feet In The Streets Below And The Women Crying And The Children Know That There's Something Wrong And It's Hard To Believe That Love Will Prevail Oh It Won't Rain All The Time The Sky Won't Fall Forever And Though The Night Seems Long Your Tears Won't Fall Forever