Great Artists Suffer For The

Ain't No Mountain High Enough, Ain't No Valley Low Enough, Ain't No River Wide Enough, To Keep Me From Getting To You.

I Hope To Refine Music, Study It, Try To Find Some Area That I Can Unlock. I Don't Quite Know How To Explain It But It's There. These Can't Be The Only Notes In The World, There's Got To Be Other Notes Some Place, In Some Dimension, Between The Cracks On The Piano Keys.

An Artist, If He Is Truly An Artist, Is Only Interested In One Thing And That Is To Wake Up The Minds Of Men, To Have Mankind And Womankind Realize That There Is Something Greater Than What We See On The Surface.

For Me, Love Carries The Seeds Of Its Own Destruction.

Crime Is Increasing, Trigger Happy Policing. Panic Is Spreading, God Knows Where We're Heading.