We managed to put together a compilation that had some creativity to it. In the meantime I was listening to the free radio stations and I noticed that during their war coverage they were playing these songs born out of the Vietnam War that were all critical of the soldiers.

I'm drinking champagne, got the head phones up high, can't numb you out.

You feed it all your woes, the ghostly garden grows.

Chase away the demons, and they will take the angels with them.

I get the same charge from juxtaposition of colors as I do from juxtaposition of chords.

He saw my complications and he mirrored me back simplified, and we laughed how our perfect world would always be denied.

Heaven's full of astronauts and the Lord's on death row.