I Wasn't Born Of A Whistle Or

We Are Blessed And Sustained By What Is Not Said

I Give Away Cds At Shows If Someone Wants A Cd But Doesn't Have Any Money. I Wouldn't Want To Do That Forever.

And All That We Built, And All That We Breathed And All That We Spilled Or Pulled Up Like Weeds Is Piled Up In Back And It Burns Irrevocably And We Spoke Up In Turns 'til The Silence Crept Over Me.

I Can Bear A Lot But Not That Pall

The So-called Positive Press Has In Some Ways Been More Difficult To Swallow Than The Negative.