Some People Don't Even Notice. "oh, You

Peace Might Sell, But Who's Buying?

You May Not Know It, But At The Far End Of Despair, There Is A White Clearing Where One Is Almost Happy.

If It Came Back I Would Be Thrilled. I Would Be Delighted To Write More Songs. I Need Them Now Because I Want To Make An Album And I Have To Depend On Other People's Music, Which I've Done For Years. But Still, It'd Be Really Nice To Be Able To Sprinkle It With My Own.

I've Never Had A Humble Opinion. If You've Got An Opinion, Why Be Humble About It?

Sometimes I Get Lonesome For A Storm. A Full Blown Storm Where Everything Changes. The Sky Goes Through Four Days In An Hour, The Trees Wail, Little Animals Skitter In The Mud And Everything Gets Dark And Goes Completely Wild. But It Is Really God - Playing Music In His Favourite Cathedral In Heaven - Shattering Stained Glass - Playing A Gigantic Organ - Thundering On The Keys - Perfect Harmony - Perfect Joy.