She Said A Good Day

Artie Travels All The Time. The Rehearsals Were Just Miserable. Artie And I Fought All The Time. He Didn't Want To Do The Show With My Band; He Just Wanted Me On Acoustic Guitar.

Facts Can Be Turned Into Art If One Is Artful Enough.

My Life So Common It Disappears And Sometimes Even Music Cannot Substitute For Tears.

Blessed Are The Sat Upon, Spat Upon, Ratted On.

Maybe The Heart Is Part Of The Mist. And That's All That There Is Or Could Ever Exist. Maybe And Maybe And Maybe Some More. Maybe's The Exit That I'm Looking For.