In Love We Are All Brothers And

I Don't Write My Music For Sony. I Write It For The People Who Are Screaming Down The Road Crying To A Full-blast Stereo.

Thinking So Hard On Her Soft Eyes And Memories Of The Signs That It's Over. It's Over.

I'm Lying In My Bed, Blanket Is Warm, This Body Will Never Keep Me Safe From Harm. I Still Feel Your Hair, Black Ribbons Of Coal. Touch My Skin To Keep Me Whole. If Only You'd Come Back To Me. To Feel You At My Side, Wouldn't Need No Mojo Pin To Keep Me Satisfied.

Love Is Not A Victory March, It's A Cold And It's A Broken Hallelujah.

Music Is Endless And Even Though I've Heard A Whole Bunch Of Music From So Many Different Places And Fallen In Love Countless Times With All Kinds Of Different Music.there's Still Something About It,i Guess It's Called Freedom.