Musically, I Don't Think I'd Ever Dry

Elusive Dreams And Vague Desires Fanned To Fiery Needs By Deadly Deeds Of Falling Empires.

No One Likes To Have Less Than They Had Before. That's The Nature Of The Human Animal.

There's A Man Who's Been Out Sailing In A Decade Full Of Dreams And He Takes Her To A Schooner And He Treats Her Like A Queen Bearing Beads From California With Their Amber Stones And Green He Has Called Her From The Harbor He Has Kissed Her With His Freedom He Has Heard Her Off To Starboard In The Breaking And The Breathing Of The Water Weeds While She Was Busy Being Free

The Considerations Of A Corporation, Especially Now, Have Nothing To Do With Art Or Music.

I Like My Freedom. I Like To Do My Own Grocery Shopping.