Lift me like an olive branch and be my homeward dove Dance me to the end of love.

There is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in.

Love is a fire/It burns everyone/It disfigures everyone/It is the world's excuse for being ugly.

What a beautiful testament to the creative spirit and its true motives, to creative contribution coming from a place of purpose rather than a hunger for profit.

Undertow" "I set out one night When the tide was low There were signs in the sky But I did not know I'd be caught in the grip Of the undertow Ditched on a beach Where the sea hates to go With a child in my arms And a chill in my soul And my heart the shape Of a begging bowl

My friends are gone and my hair is grey. I ache in places I used to play. And I’m crazy for love but I’m not coming on. I’m just paying my rent every day in the tower of song.

this is every musician's dream, to stand in front of an audience and not have to prove your credentials.