Don’t you love the Oxford Dictionary? When I first read it, I thought it was a really really long poem about everything. - David Bowie

Look up here, I’m in heaven I’ve got scars that can’t be seen I’ve got drama, can’t be stolen Everybody knows me now <p> Look up here, man, I’m in danger I’ve got nothing left to lose
I’m so high it makes my brain whirl Dropped my cell phone down below <p> Ain’t that just like me

It's got nothing to do with you, if one can grasp it
More idols than realities, ooh-ooh...
Yeah, yeah, yeah, up the hill backwards
It'll be alright, ooh-ooh

I had to resign myself, many years ago, that I'm not too articulate when it comes to explaining how I feel about things. But my music does it for me, it really does. There, in the chords and melodies, is everything I want to say. The words just jolly it along. It's always been my way of expressing what for me is inexpressible by any other means. What is very enlightening for me right now is that I sense that I'm arriving at a place of peace with my writing that I've never experienced before. I think I'm going to be writing some of the most worthwhile things that I've ever written in the coming years. I'm very confident and trusting in my abilities right now. But I've got to think of myself as the luckiest guy. Robert Johnson only had one album's worth of work as his legacy. That's all that life allowed him.