Reality Has Always Had Too Many Heads.

Down The Street The Dogs Are Barking And The Day Is Getting Dark. As The Night Comes In A-falling, The Dogs´ll Lose Their Bark And The Silent Night Will Shatter From The Sounds Inside My Mind, For I´m One To Many Mornings And A Thousand Miles Behind. From The Crossroads Of My Doorstep, My Eyes They Start To Fade, As I Turn My Head Back To The Room Where My Love And I Have Laid.

Gotta Head Full Of Ideas That Are Driving Me Insane.

Some People Are Called To Be A Good Sailor. Some People Have A Calling To Be A Good Tiller Of The Land. Some People Are Called To Be A Good Friend. You Have To Be The Best At Whatever You Are Called At. Whatever You Do. You Ought To Be The Best At It – Highly Skilled. It's About Confidence, Not Arrogance. You Have To Know That You're The Best Whether Anybody Else Tells You That Or Not. And That You'll Be Around, In One Way Or Another, Longer Than Anybody Else. Somewhere Inside Of You, You Have To Believe That.

Experience Teaches Us That Silence Terrifies People The Most.

Everything In New Orleans Is A Good Idea.