My Songs Were Influenced Not So Much

Art Is A Never-ending Dance Of Illusions.

Don't Follow Leaders.

You Can't Imagine Parlor Ballads Drifting Out Of High-rise Multi-towered Buildings. That Kind Of Music Existed In A More Timeless State Of Life.

I Was Lookin' High An' Low For Them Reds Everywhere, I Was Lookin' In The Sink An' Underneath The Chair. I Looked Way Up My Chimney Hole, I Even Looked Deep Inside My Toilet Bowl.

Watch Waterfalls Of Pity Roar, You Feel To Moan But Unlike Before, You Discover That You'd Just Be One More Person Crying.