You Can Blow Out A Candle, But

Everybody Nose Dive, Hold Your Breath, Count To Five. Back Slap, Booby Trap, Cover It Up In Bubble Wrap. Room Shake, Earth Quake, Find A Way To Stay Awake. It's Going To Blow, It's Going To Break, This Is More Than I Can Take.

The Outside World Is Black And White With Only One Color Dead.

Music Is A Spiritual Doorway Its Power Comes From The Fact That It Plugs Directly Into The Soul, Unlike A Lot Of Visual Art Or Textual Information That Has To Go Through The More Filtering Processes Of The Brain.

With No Guilt And No Shame, No Sorrow Or Blame. Whatever It Is, We Are All The Same.

Those Of Us Who Have The Eyes And Ears Of The Media Have A Responsibility To Amplify The Voices Of The Voiceless.