I'm A Painter First, And A Musician

My Heart Is Broken In The Face Of The Stupidity Of My Species.

I Learned A Woman Is Never An Old Woman.

I Wish I Had A River I Could Skate Away On?

Oh, I Am A Lonely Painter / I Live In A Box Of Paints.

Elusive Dreams And Vague Desires Fanned To Fiery Needs By Deadly Deeds Of Falling Empires.