Who Am I To Blow Against The

Life I Love You, All Is Groovy.

Couple In The Next Room Bound To Win A Prize, They've Been Going At It All Night Long.

I'm Laying Out My Winter Clothes And Wishing I Was Gone, Going Home, Where The New York City Winters Aren't Bleedin' Me.

The Words Come. Usually, It's A Long Time Before They Come. And Then When They Start To Come, It Doesn't Take So Long For It To Be Finished. It Takes A Long Time To Begin. And Then It Sort Of Gets Finished.

...music Is Sometimes The Only Benign Avenue Of Communication Between Antagonists.