Pedaling Through The Dark Currents, I Find

I'm Back At My Cliff Still Throwing Things Off I Listen To The Sounds They Make On Their Way Down I Follow Him With My Eyes 'till They Crash Imagine What My Body Would Sound Like Slamming Against Those Rocks.

I Have Always Had A Certain Song In My Head, A Certain Chemistry Of Sounds.

It Wasn't Just One Journalist Getting It Wrong, Everybody Was Getting It Wrong.

I Just Feel Like Making Things Solar-powered And Wind-powered Should Be As Easy As Using An Ipad.

I Never Want To Know The Range Of My Voice. It Has To Be Impulsive, And I Don't Want To Kill The Mystery.