Kenny Burrell That's The Sound I'm Looking

Been Riding Broomsticks Since She Was Fifteen.

Oh Say, Can You See, It's Really Such A Mess. Every Inch Of Earth Is A Fighting Nest. Giant Pencial And Lipstick Tube Shaped Things, Continue To Rain And Cause Scream And Pain, And The Arctic Stains From Silver Blue To Bloody Red.

All I'm Writing Is Just What I Feel, That's All. I Just Keep It Almost Naked. And Probably The Words Are So Bland.

Even Castles Made Of Sand, Fall Into The Sea, Eventually.

My Nature Just Changes.