No One Likes To Have

Fly Silly Sea Bird, No Dreams Can Possess You, No Voices Can Blame You For Sun On Your Wings.

At The Point Where I'm Trying To Force Something And It's Not Happening, And I'm Getting Frustrated With, Say, Writing A Poem, I Can Go And Pick Up The Brushes And Start Painting. At The Point Where The Painting Seems To Not Be Going Anywhere, I Go And Pick Up The Guitar.

The Songwriting Was Almost Like Something I Did While I Was Waiting For My Daughter To Come Back.

I Was Demanding Of Myself A Deeper And Greater Honesty, More And More Revelation In My Work In Order To Give It Back To The People Where It Goes Into Their Lives And Nourishes Them And Changes Their Direction And Makes Light Bulbs Go Off In Their Head And Makes Them Feel. And It Isn't Vague, It Strikes Against The Very Nerves Of Their Life And In Order To Do That You Have To Strike Against The Very Nerves Of Your Own.

When The World Becomes A Massive Mess With Nobody At The Helm, It's Time For Artists To Make Their Mark.