Conventional Opinion Is The Ruin Of Our

Without You The Instruments Would Die. One Sits Close Beside You. Another Takes A Long Kiss. The Tambourine Begs, Touch My Skin So I Can Be Myself. Let Me Feel You Enter Each Limb Bone By Bone, That What Died Last Night Can Be Whole Today. Why Live Some Soberer Way, And Feel You Ebbing Out? I Won't Do It. Either Give Me Enough Wine Or Leave Me Alone, Now That I Know How It Is To Be With You In Constant Conversation.

You Must Ask For What You Really Want. / Don't Go Back To Sleep. / The Door Is Round And Open. / Don't Go Back To Sleep.

Sadness To Me Is The Happiest Time, When A Shining City Rises From The Ruins Of My Drunken Mind. Those Times When I'm Silent And Still As The Earth, The Thunder Of My Roar Is Heard Across The Universe.

Pull The Thorn Of Existence Out Of The Heart! Fast! For When You Do, You Will See Thousands Of Rose Gardens In Yourself.

If All You Can Do Is Crawl, Start Crawling.