I've Often Said If I Knew Where

Only In Canada Could Somebody With A Voice Like Mine Win 'vocalist Of The Year'.

All The Lousy Little Poets Coming Around Trying To Sound Like Charles Manson.

The Birds They Sangat The Break Of Day.start Again!!i Heard Them Say

It’s A Pity If Someone… Has To Console Himself For The Wreck Of His Days With The Notion That Somehow His Voice, His Work Embodies The Deepest, Most Obscure, Freshest, Rawest Oyster Of Reality In The Unfathomable Refrigerator Of The Heart’s Ocean, But I Am Such A One, And There You Have It.

It's Four In The Morning, The End Of December I'm Writing You Now Just To See If You're Better.