I Live In A Box Of Paints

I See Music As Fluid Architecture.

You've Got To Shake Your Fists At Lightning Now, You've Got To Roar Like Forest Fire You've Got To Spread Your Light Like Blazes All Across The Sky They're Going To Aim The Hoses On You, Show 'em You Won't Expire Not Till You Burn Up Every Passion, Not Even When You Die Come On Now, You've Got To Try, If You're Feeling Contempt, Well Then You Tell It If You're Tired Of The Silent Night, Jesus, Well Then You Yell It Condemned To Wires And Hammers, Strike Every Chord That You Feel That Broken Trees And Elephant Ivories Conceal

Yesterday A Child Came Out To Wonder Caught A Dragonfly Inside A Jar Fearful When The Sky Was Full Of Thunder And Tearful At The Falling Of A Star

How Does A Person Create A Song? A Lot Of It Is Being Open To Encounter And To Be In Touch With The Miraculous.

You Dont Know What You Got Till Its Gone