Music Is Your Only Friend Until The

I See Myself As A Huge Fiery Comet, A Shooting Star. Everyone Stops, Points Up And Gasps "oh Look At That!" Then - Whoosh, And I'm Gone... And They'll Never See Anything Like It Ever Again... And They Won't Be Able To Forget Me - Ever.

The Subject Says: I See First Many Things Which Dance... Then Everything Gradually Becomes Connected.

There May Be A Time When We'll Attend Weather Theaters To Recall The Sensation Of Rain.

Where Are The Feasts We Were Promised? Where Is The Wine, The New Wine, Dying On The Vine.

I Want To Have My Kicks Before The Whole Shithouse Goes Up In Flames.