Adolescence and early youth...the fires are burning fastest, right? And your energy level is highest. It demands...and rock is screaming type music.

Indians scattered on dawn's highway bleeding/Ghosts crowd the young child's fragile eggshell mind.

Each generation wants new symbols, new people, new names. They want to divorce themselves from their predecessors.

Are you a lucky little lady in the City of Light? Or just another lost angel... City of Night?

There may be a time when we'll attend Weather Theaters to recall the sensation of rain.

Give me songs to sing and emerald dreams to dream and I'll give you love unfolding.

We hide ourselves in our music to reveal ourselves