Respect Mother Earth and her giving ways or trade away our children's days.

Long, flat expanses of professionalism bother me. I'd rather have a band that could explode at any time.

I want to be a reflection of what's going on and let people draw their own conclusions.

It's going to take a lot of love to make things work out right.

I never knew a man could tell so many lies, he had a different story for every set of eyes. How can he remember who he's talking to?

My dad passed away...and suddenly I found myself at the top of the tree and looking at the sky instead of at my mom and dad.

Out of the blue and into the black