When love is unkind, it is not love anymore.

Well, I loved singing in the chorus, and there was some connection for me between gospel and choral music.

Then come and as we lay, beside this sleepy glade, there I will sing to you my Longfellow serenade.

When love is unkind, it is not love anymore.

I have a lot of confidence, but little Self-Esteem. This has given me a tremendous creative spark because it forced me to keep proving myself.

I got worries by the ton, getting cancer's only one. Over taxed and alimonied, tired of eating fried baloney.

Crackling Rosie make me smile. God, if it lasts for an hour that's alright, to set the world right. Find us a dream that don't ask no questions.