Love, Anger, Depression, Joy And

I've Always Felt That The Quality Of The Voice Is Where The Real Content Of A Song Lies. Words Only Suggest An Experience, But The Voice Is That Experience.

I Don’t Know, I Don’t Know That I’m Missing Anything. I Just Think Too Much Sometimes. Sometimes I’m Even Happy Because I’m So Engaged In The Thinking. But That’s The Great Thing About Performing, And Why It Is Also Sexual, Because In That Moment – Or In That Evening – I’m Completely In The Present For Once In My Life. Nothing That Came Before Or Anything That May Come After: Only What Matters Is Now. And That’s What Human Beings Crave.

And Though The Meaning Fits, There's No Relief In This. I Miss My Beautiful Friend.

Above All Do Not Give Yourself Airs. Breaking The Moment Of Past Habits Is The Challenge Here: In The Life Of The Spirit You Are Always At The Beginning.

There's No Time For Hatred, Only Questions. Where Is Love? Where Is Happiness? What Is Life? Where Is Peace?