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I Suppose I Should Be Happy To Be Misread; Better Be That Than Some Of The Other Things I Have Become.

The Moth Don't Care When He Sees The Flame He Might Get Burned, But He's In The Game And Once He's In, He Can't Go Back He'll Beat His Wings Till He Burns Them Black No, The Moth Don't Care When He Sees The Flame The Moth Don't Care If The Flame Is Real 'cause Flame And Moth Got A Sweetheart Deal And Nothing Fuels A Good Flirtation Like Need And Anger And Desperation No, The Moth Don't Care If The Flame Is Real.

If You're An Artist Trying To Put Out Your Own Record On Your Own Label, It's Hard To Get A Distribution Deal Because No One Wants To Sign A Deal With One Entity. They Want To Sign Distribution Deals With Labels, Who Have Lots Of Product, Lots Of Artists.

For Me, There's A Fine Line Between Telling A Story That's Fictional With Lots Of Details And Then Removing Yourself Too Much From It, So It's Bloodless, A Little Too Fictional.

I Don't Consider Myself A Great Writer, But I Would Like To Think That I Can At Least Proof- Read.