UNBEING
In a place called Lost strange things are found. Sometimes while walking I catch sight of what at a little distance looks loke a jewel or a flower and turns out a few steps later to be trash. Yet, before is fully revealed, it looks beautiful.

Sleeping with Ghosts
It wasn't always like this. I can looked back to the days of yore when i was a happy man. And one day that snake destroyed all the happiness I'd ever known. I'll never forget that day. I just came back from a long day of work. There was a note on the pillow. One of those cold blooded one's, "Dear John,I'm running away from all this." For a while i was obsessed with the idea of finding her. Her trail let me to Gland,London,Belfast and Berlin. I found out that i missed her by three days when i got to Quito. So much for high speed trains and French cocaine. I had no life. I dance with the devil every night in a self destroying quest for answers that i probably did not need to hear. I've

Hello Pretty
Sick of drugs and dancing feetSick of bars where people meetSmell of crotch and sheets not cleanHairy men in magazinesEvery city looks the sameRunning from the threat of rainPillow talk that's just for oneSaturday get nothing doneLie to meIt takes less time

The Tall Kingdom I Surround
It’s all castles in the air.My heart was playing like a violin. Sunday and she called again. Now where can i go?Somewhere the wind don’t blow me back into the conversations,promises and situations.All the dreams that you dream i hope that they are all me.

FUEL
Music has always been a matter of energy to me, a question of fuel. Sentimental people call it inspiration, but what they really mean is fuel. I have always needed fuel. I am a serious consumer. On some nights I still believe that a car with the gas needle on empty can run about fifty more miles if you have the right music very loud on the radio.