You have this mounting aggressive ignorance with the rabbit's foot of their particular religion. You don't really have any kind of spiritual law, just a kind of a rabid mental illness. The songs are a little slice of life.

Lazy reviewers look up other people's reviews and they write the same thing, so you get people writing crap based on crap.

I paint my joy and I sing my sorrow.

I think I would go further into fine arts, I think, if I were to continue.

Moons and Junes and Ferris wheels The dizzy dancing way you feel As every fairy tale comes real I've looked at love that way.

I'm a little young for retirement.

I get the urge for going/But I never seem to go.