I Used To Think It's Better If

Art Is The Perpetual Motion Of Illusion. The Highest Purpose Of Art Is To Inspire. What Else Can You Do? What Else Can You Do For Any One But Inspire Them?

I Once Loved A Girl, Her Skin It Was Bronze With The Innocence Of A Lamb, She Was Gentle Like A Fawn I Courted Her Proudly But Now She Is Gone Gone As The Season She's Taken

The Sun's Not Yellow, Its Chicken!

Some Are Masters Of Illusions, Some Are Ministers Of Trade, All Under The Same Delusion, All Their Beds Unmade.

In Harmony With Cosmic Sea, True Love Needs No Company. It Can Cure The Soul, It Can Make It Whole, If Dogs Run Free.