Anybody Who's Made It Will

Every Song I Put On A Record Could Be A Single And I Just Pack My Bags For It... And The Minute It Takes Off, I'm Not Gonna Be Home For A While.

Love Is Like Grass. If You Fall On It, It May Leave A Stain And Some Temporary Pain. But You'll Get Over The Pain, It Will Eventually Stop Hurting. Now Maybe The Stain Ruined Your Favourite Pair Of Jeans, Or Maybe It Was Nothing Special That Was Ruined, But Either Way The Stain Remains There. And With Time, It Will Begin To Fade, But It Will Always Be There, A Permanent Reminder That You, Too, Once Fell.

Songs Can Be Trojan Horses, Taking Charged Ideas And Sneaking Past The Ego's Defenses And Into The Open Mind.

Today I Finally Overcame Tryin’ To Fit The World Inside A Picture Frame.

I Came From The Last Couple Of Years In A Generation Where We Didn't Have A Computer Around So We Didn't Waste As Much Time On The Internet As We Do Now So I Had Large Chuncks Of Time Which To Devote To Doing Something.