Now If I Don't Meet You No

My Own Thing Is In My Head. I Hear Sounds And If I Don't Get Them Together Nobody Else Will.

Looks Like My Baby Dont Live Here No More...thats Alright, Ive Still Got My Guitar..i Might As Well Go Back Over Yonder, Way Back Across The Hills, If My Baby Dont Love Me No More....i Know Her...sister Will

The Smiling Portrait Of You Is Still Hanging On My Frowning Wall.

The Sweet Love Between The Moon And The Deep Blue Sea.

There Are Too Many Heavy Songs Out Nowadays. Music Has Been Getting Too Heavy, Almost To The State Of Unbearable.