There Are A Few Things

I Think Culture's Always Been Violent, And It Is Something We Find Very Entertaining. Not Only Does It Reflect Our Social Reality, But It Also Reflects Our Psychic Reality.

The Art Of Longing's Over, And It's Never Coming Back.

I Loved You In The Morning, Our Kisses Deep And Warm, Your Hair Upon The Pillow Like A Sleepy, Golden Storm, Yes Many Loved Before Us, I Know We Are Not New, In City And In Forest They Smiled Like Me And You, But Now It's Come To Distances And Both Of Us Must Try, Your Eyes Are Soft With Sorrow, Hey, That's No Way To Say Goodbye.

I Don't Consider Myself A Pessimist. I Think Of A Pessimist As Someone Who Is Waiting For It To Rain. And I Feel Soaked To The Skin.

I've Seen The Future And It's Murder.