I have been both praised and criticized. The criticism stung, but the praise sometimes bothered me even more. To have received such praise and honors has always been puzzling to me.
I look at some of the songs I wrote years ago and I can't believe I wrote such crap.
I'm a statistic in a system that a civil servant dominates.
No matter what culture you're from, everyone loves music.
I see the winos talking to themselves and I can understand.
No end to sorrow, caused by the same endless fears. Why can't we learn from all we've been through after two thousand years?