In Your Eyes I See The Doorway

I Get Lost, Sometimes. Days Pass And This Emptiness Fills My Heart.

Whenever We Defend Democracy We Find Oil.

Climbing Up On Solsbury Hill I Could See The City Light Wind Was Blowing, Time Stood Still Eagle Flew Out Of The Night He Was Something To Observe Came In Close, I Heard A Voice Standing Stretching Every Nerve I Had To Listen, Had No Choice

The Dream Is A World In Which Anyone Who Has Anything Bad Happen To Them Has A Chance Of Getting Their Story Uploaded, Being Seen, Being Watched.

The Book Of Love Has Music In It In Fact That's Where Music Comes From Some Of It Is Just Transcendental Some Of It Is Just Really Dumb