Click Bang, What A Hang,

Manic Depression's Touching My Soul. I Know What I Want, But I Just Don't Know How To Go About Getting It.

Imagination Is The Key To My Lyrics. The Rest Is Painted With A Little Science Fiction...all I'm Writing Is Just What I Feel, That's All. I Just Keep It Almost Naked. And Probably The Words Are So Bland...i Just Hate To Be In One Corner. I Hate To Be Put As Only A Guitar Player, Or Either Only As A Songwriter, Or Only As A Tap Dancer. I Like To Move Around...music Doesn't Lie. If There Is Something To Be Changed In This World, Then It Can Only Happen Through Music.

This Morning Came On To Me, Silver Wings Silhouetted Against The Child's Sunrise.

I Want To Play Music That Draws A Picture Of The World And Its Space.

White Collar Conservative Flashin' Down The Street, Pointing That Plastic Finger At Me, Hoping Soon My Kind Will Drop And Die, But I'm Gonna Wave My Freak Flag High.