The Time I Burned My Guitar It

Will The Wind Ever Remember The Names It Has Blown In The Past? And With Its Crutch, Its Old Age, And Its Wisdom, It Whispers No This Will Be The Last.

The Way I Write Things, I Just Write Them With A Clash Between Reality And Fantasy Mostly. You Have To Use Fantasy To Show Different Sides Of Reality; It's How It Can Bend.

Technically, I'm Not A Guitar Player, All I Play Is Truth And Emotion.

My Sons And Their Wives Landed On Mars To Start Another Race.

It All Has To Come From Inside, Though, I Guess.