We let the weirdness in.

Harm is in us. Harm in us, but power to arm. Harm is in us. Leave it open!

See the light ram through the gaps in the land. Many an Aborigine's mistaken for a tree 'Til you near him on the motorway And the tree begin to breathe.

My door was never locked, Until one day a trigger come cocking. (But now I've started learning how,) I keep it shut.

If you're listening to this song You may think the chords are going wrong But they're not We just wrote it like that

I always had an understanding and a connection and a good relationship with gay men and women. And I don't want to censor myself about the [censored] subject b…

You need a mind open to possibility, conditioned to love the creative spirit we all have inside ourselves.