Whistling Tunes We're Kissing Baboons In The

Self-conscious, Uncertain, I'm Showered By The Dust. But The Spirit Enters Into Me And I Submit To Trust.

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.

The Un Declaration Of Human Rights Laid Down What Any Person Might Reasonably Expect, Yet There Are Remarkably Few People Who Enjoy These Rights. With Cameras In The Hands Of Activists And Meaningful Distribution Of Those Images, We Will Witness What Really Goes On In This World And Hopefully Want To Change It.

Words, They Climb All Over You/'til They Uncover You From Where You Hide.

I Get Lost, Sometimes. Days Pass And This Emptiness Fills My Heart.