The Monsters Are In Your Own Head

But At The Age Of 44, I Sure Hope To Be A Better Businesswoman. I Want To Get The Music Straight To My Fans.

When You're A Plebeian You Want Success, And When You're Successful You Want To Be A Plebeian Again

Far Away, To An Infinite World I Escape. I'm Clear And Calm, I'm Unafraid. Sunless Days, In My Sheltered Milkyway. In Saturn's Rings I Feel No Pain.

Hitler's Brothers Are On The Rise, They're Wearing Everyday Disguises.

I Don't Like To Sit And Bask In My Own Awards. Awards Represent Artistic Death To Me.