Once The Flames Begin To Catch The

Holding Still For A Moment, What A Moment This Is, Oh For A Moment Of Forgetting, A Moment Of Bliss

The Rhythm Is Below Me, The Rhythm Of The Heat. The Rhythm Is Around Me, The Rhythm Has Control. The Rhythm Is Inside Me, The Rhythm Has My Soul.

The Earthly Power Sucks Shadowed Milk From Sleepy Tears Undone, From Nippled Skin As Smooth As Silk The Bugles Blown As One.

I Try When I'm Writing To Fill My Head And My Ears With All Sorts Of Stuff And Then Let It Settle And Filter Through. At A Certain Point It Seems Like Fruitless Activity Because You're Taking A Lot Of Time And Not Seeming To Get Anything. And Then, Slowly, You Realize You've Actually Digested Elements And That Your Thinking Is Being Freed Up And The Way You Build Up Compositions Is Changed As A Result Of What You've Been Listening To.

Everybody Nose Dive, Hold Your Breath, Count To Five. Back Slap, Booby Trap, Cover It Up In Bubble Wrap. Room Shake, Earth Quake, Find A Way To Stay Awake. It's Going To Blow, It's Going To Break, This Is More Than I Can Take.