I'm Not A Rock Singer And I

In The Gentle Evening Freeze, By The Whispering Shady Trees I Will Find Sanctuary In The Lord.

The Theory Is That You Don't Play A Song The Same Way Twice Because It's Jazz. That's Where I'm Coming From.

I Have To Accept The Fact That I Was Putting Out Records That Reviewers Were Going To Get An Image From.

I'm A Dweller Of The Threshold And I'm Waiting At The Door, And I'm Standing In The Darkness, I Don't Want To Wait No More.

Common One, My Illuminated One, Oh My High In The Art Of Suffering. Take A Walk With Me.