The man i'll never be, Who remembers him?
I fell into lyric writing because of music. I backed into it.
I prefer neurotic people. I like to hear rumblings beneath the surface.
Sometimes people leave you Halfway through the wood Others may decieve you You decide what's good You decide alone But no one is alone
Music is structure out of Chaos
It's pleasanter to work in the country, where you can wander out among the trees. But I don't get as much work done. In the city you don't want to leave the room because there's all that chaos going on.