I like to sing to Verdi, I like singing to Sibelius, and Mahler maybe.
And I am left behind Corrupted crushed and blind All for a dream That in truth was never really mine.
I like to think of myself as a combination of Sid Vicious and Virgil Thompson
After years of hotels, I'm horribly inept at cleaning up after myself.
It seems like the older I get, the more unreal the world becomes.
These are just the rules and regulations Of the birds, and the bees The earth, and the trees, Not to mention the gods, not to mention the gods.