The Universe is making music all the time.
I knelt at the altar of Ray Charles for years. I worked at a restaurant, and that's all there was on the jukebox.
It's hard to play with a bagpipe player. It's like an exotic bird. I love the sound, it's like strangling a goose.
Let me fall out of the window/ With confetti in my hair
She's got the whole dark forest living inside of her.
I like my music with the rinds and the seeds and pulp left in.