I've Got Something Inside Of Me, Peasantlike

I Dream Of Eagles And Bring Forth Sparrows.

In California Everyone Goes To A Therapist, Is A Therapist, Or Is A Therapist Going To A Therapist.

I Always Felt That Nobody Was Going To Understand Me, Going To Understand What I Felt About Things. I Guess That's Why I Started Writing. At Least On Paper I Could Put Down What I Thought.

I Am Always Drawn Back To Places Where I Have Lived, The Houses And Their Neighborhoods.

Oh, I Adore To Cook. It Makes Me Feel So Mindless In A Worthwhile Way.