There Is No Good Singing,

Music Is Endless And Even Though I've Heard A Whole Bunch Of Music From So Many Different Places And Fallen In Love Countless Times With All Kinds Of Different Music.there's Still Something About It,i Guess It's Called Freedom.

Sometimes A Man Gets Carried Away When He Feels Like He Should Be Having His Fun And Much Too Blind To See The Damage He's Done, Oh Sometimes A Man Must Awake To Find That Really He Has No One. So I'll Wait For You And I'll Burn Will I Ever See Your Sweet Return, Oh Will I Ever Learn? Oh, Lover You Should've Come Over. Oh Love Well I'm Waiting For You.

I Have No Advice For Anybody; Except To, You Know, Be Awake Enough To See Where You Are At Any Given Time, And How That Is Beautiful, And Has Poetry Inside. Even Places You Hate.

Music Was Like My First Real Toy. I Was An Only Child For A While, And I Was Alone A Lot Of The Time - And I Liked It. I Still Like Being Alone.

You Can't Kill The Past By Denying The Past. You Can Kill It Only By Making It Obsolete. And Even In That, You Have To Find Honor In The Past. You Can't Hack Off Pieces Of Yourself, And Expect Them To Grow Again.