Your Soul Can Fly Outward, Stringed To

My Favorite Kind Of Music Is The Stuff That Stops Time. You Put Something On To Sit There And Let An Experience Go Through You. To Look At Yourself Clearly Through A Song. It's True Of All Art, All Mediums, But For Some Reason Music Has A Direct Line Straight Into People.

I'm Lying In My Bed, Blanket Is Warm, This Body Will Never Keep Me Safe From Harm. I Still Feel Your Hair, Black Ribbons Of Coal. Touch My Skin To Keep Me Whole. If Only You'd Come Back To Me. To Feel You At My Side, Wouldn't Need No Mojo Pin To Keep Me Satisfied.

Fate Is Gonna Find You In Your Glass Of Champagne.

I Want To Be Ripped Apart By Music. I Want It To Be Something That Feeds And Replenishes, Or That Totally Sucks The Life Out Of You. I Want To Be Dashed Against The Rocks.

Music Was Like My First Real Toy. I Was An Only Child For A While, And I Was Alone A Lot Of The Time - And I Liked It. I Still Like Being Alone.