Now Is The Only Thing That Exists.

It Was Quite A Shot In The Head To Do The Album And Then Have It Shot Down By Nonmusical Idiots

Through The Years As The Fire Starts To Mellow, Burning Lines In The Book Of Our Lives. Though The Binding Cracks And The Pages Start To Yellow, I'll Be In Love With You.

Love Like A Phantoms Lights But Hold In The Heart, It Builds Like The Empty Smile Adorning A Statue With Sightless Eyes.

It Seems Like Bluegrass People Have More Great Stories To Tell Than Other Musicians

Death Is There To Keep Us Honest And Constantly Remind Us We Are Free.