I Write My Miserable Songs. I Write

Do You Ever Wonder What Happens To The Words That We Send Do They Bend, Do They Break From The Flight That They Take And Come Back Together Again With A Whole New Meaning In A Brand New Sense, Completely Unrelated To The One I Sent ((did You Get My Message?))

When Hands Are Joined, No One Can Point Fingers.

I Think Especially With The Internet And The Amount Of Reality Shows That Are Going On, There's No Way To Keep A Secret Anymore, So I Try To Let My Project Be As Much As Reality Show As I Can Allow It To Be.

But That Guitar Is The Perfect Companion To The Human Voice. You Rest It Against Your Gut, Against Your Heart, And When You Strum It The Vibrations Go Outwards For All To Hear, But The Vibration Also Hits You On Your Body.

I'll Experience Vulnerability When I Just Don't Have Any More To Give.