We gotta stop smokin', stop, stop. I mean cigarette smoking.
Oh say, can you see, it's really such a mess. Every inch of earth is a fighting nest. Giant pencial and lipstick tube shaped things, continue to rain and cause scream and pain, and the arctic stains from silver blue to bloody red.
Some people should just start ideas and other ones should carry them out.
With the power of soul, anything is possible.
I want to play music that draws a picture of the world and its space.
I believe everybody should have a room where they get rid of all their releases. So my room was a stage.