Strange, I Thought I Knew You Well,

And Is It Right, Butterfly, They Like You Better Framed And Dried?

I Don't Choose To Analyze What I Have Done And I Think That Is The Right Choice, Because Then I Won't Be Spending My Time Creating.

For A Song Cycle To Work, You Have To Feel These Things When You Hear Them And You Either Have An Emotional Reaction To It Or You Don't. The Plotline Is Something That Gets Woven Together In The Backstory.

A Guitarist Or A Drummer Can Get A Cold And Still Play; I Get A Cold And Sound Like A Wet Mitten Trying To Sing You A Love Song. Charming.

If All I Can Say Is I'm Not In This Swamp, I'm Not In This Swamp Then There Is Not A Rope In Front Of Me And There Is Not An Alligator Behind Me And There Is Not A Girl Sitting At The Edge Eating A Hot Dog And If I Believe That, Then Dying Would Be The Only Answer Because Then Death Couldn't Come And Say Peachy To Me Anymore And After All She Has A Brother Who Believes In Hope.