Blues is easy to play, but hard to feel.
I want to play music that draws a picture of the world and its space.
Drifting, On a sea of forgotten teardrops, On a lifeboat, Sailing for Your love
Purple Haze all in my brain, lately things don't seem the same. Actin' funny but I don't know why. 'Scuse me while I kiss the sky.
They've imitated me so good that sometimes I hear people copying my mistakes
Music is a safe type of high. It's more the way it was supposed to be. That's where highness came, I guess, from anyway. It's nothing but rhythm and motion.