The trouble with you and me my friend, is the trouble with this nation, too many blessings, too little Appreciation.

Some records with drum machines on them sound phony and plastic. It all depends on how you use the tools.

To want what I have, to take what I'm given with grace. For this I pray.

The government bugged the men's room in the local disco lounge.

We satisfy our endless needs and justify our bloody deeds in the name of destiny and in the name of God.

The trouble with you and me my friend, is the trouble with this nation, too many blessings, too little Appreciation.

Between each album I try to gain a new insight that I didn't have before and perhaps write a song about something that I've written about before, but from a fresh viewpoint.