Whistling tunes we're kissing baboons in the jungle.
Once the flames begin to catch the wind will blow it higher, oh Biko, Biko.
With the man in the woman, and the woman in the man. In the blood of Eden lie the woman and the man.
The outside world is black and white with only one color dead.
I like the touch and the smell of all the pretty dresses you wear.
One thing that really appeals to me is this idea of music being a living thing that has an evolution that, in a way, enables the artist to sell a process rather than a piece of product.