So Happy Just To Be Alive, Underneath

Recording Studios Are Filled With Technology. They Are Set In Their Ways. And To Update Them Means You'd Have To Change Them Back. That Would Be My Idea Of Upgrading. And This Will Never Happen. As Far As I Know, Recording Studios Are Booked All The Time. So Obviously People Like All The Improvements. The More Technically Advanced They Are, The More In Demand They Become.

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.

Crimson Flames Tied Through My Ears Rolling High And Mighty Traps, Pounced With Fire On Flaming Roads Using Ideas As My Maps.

Too Much Of Nothing Can Turn A Man Into A Liar. It Can Cause One Man To Sleep On Nails And Another To Eat Fire.

So, I Don't Know. I Think So. It's All In The Heart, Whatever Keeps You That Way. Keeps You Forever Young. Forever Young Doesn't Necessarily Mean That You Don't Grow Old, But You Just Have Some Contact With What Put You Where You Are. You Know, Keep Some Type Of Contact. Anyway...