Click Bang, What A Hang, Your Daddy

Purple Haze All In My Eyes, Don't Know If It's Day Or Night. You Got Me Blowin', Blowin' My Mind. Is It Tomorrow Or Just The End Of Time?

Music Is Magic. Magic Is Life

The Truth Is Straight Ahead, So Don't Burn Yourself Instead.

The Way I Write Things, I Just Write Them With A Clash Between Reality And Fantasy Mostly. You Have To Use Fantasy To Show Different Sides Of Reality; It's How It Can Bend.

This Morning Came On To Me, Silver Wings Silhouetted Against The Child's Sunrise.