In Winter The Bare Boughs That Seem

I Am The Servant Of The Qur'an As Long As I Have Life. I Am The Dust On The Path Of Muhammad, The Chosen One.

Where The Lips Are Silent The Heart Has A Thousand Tongues.

Dance From Here To The Other World-and Don't Stop.

Now I Am Sober And There's Only The Hangover And The Memory Of Love.

We Rarely Hear The Inward Music, But We're All Dancing To It Nevertheless.