The Hollow Horn Plays Wasted Words, Proves

You Use To Ride On The Chrome Horse With Your Diplomat, Who Carried On His Shoulder A Siamese Cat.

I Paint Mostly From Real Life. It Has To Start With That. Real People, Real Street Scenes, Behind The Curtain Scenes, Live Models, Paintings, Photographs, Staged Setups, Architecture, Grids, Graphic Design. Whatever It Takes To Make It Work.

Satan Will Give You A Little Taste, Then He'll Move In With Rapid Speed.

God Got The Power, Man Has Got His Vanity. Man Gotta Choose Before God Can Set Him Free.

Down The Street The Dogs Are Barking And The Day Is Getting Dark. As The Night Comes In A-falling, The Dogs´ll Lose Their Bark And The Silent Night Will Shatter From The Sounds Inside My Mind, For I´m One To Many Mornings And A Thousand Miles Behind. From The Crossroads Of My Doorstep, My Eyes They Start To Fade, As I Turn My Head Back To The Room Where My Love And I Have Laid.