Morning Chorus

Four in the morning Crapped out, yawning Longing my life away I'll never worry Why should I? It's all gonna fade

Jazz and conversation from the foot of Mt. Belzoni

Bruises On The Fruit

The only solid solution is to sever my hands Stitch my mouth up and blind me Wrap me up and pack me tight Leave me somewhere you'll never find me

WHAT WE PLAY IS LIFE

What do I wanna be? Everything you hate.

So what does it mean, a mistake or two? If it’s the kind of mistake no one can trace?

Sorry Mama There are times I get carried away…

“It would be better to dump the whole stinking system and take the consequences”

YOU LET IT IN YOU HAVE TO GET IT OUT

THE SOUND THAT LAUNCHED A THOUSAND HORNS

“If I cut open your son, what do you think I’d find?” “Outer Space”

10 seconds, the pain begins. 15 seconds, you can’t breathe. 20 seconds, you explode.

THE HIGH LAMA OF MODERN JAZZ FLAMENCO AL ANDALUSIA

HOW DO I KNOW YOU FEEL IT? HOW DO I KNOW IT’S TRUE?

BEFORE THEY LET A SOUL BLOOM BEST BELIEVE THEY GONNA SHOVE EM IN A TOMB

This is how we walk on the moon

With my voice I am calling You

WWCMD?

I don’t want to hurt you…

Who will survive And what will be left of them?