My Heart Is Broken In The Face

I Have Always Thought Of Myself As A Painter Derailed By Circumstance.

I Always Thought The Women Of Song Don't Get Along, And I Don't Know Why That Is.

The Pirate He Will Sink You With A Kiss, He'll Steal Your Heart And Sail Away.

I Paint My Joy And I Sing My Sorrow.

An Artist Needs A Certain Amount Of Turmoil And Confusion.