...Been writing since 1967. Not influenced by many artists, since I avoided the mainstream for years. This media isolation enabled me to develop my own style and sound....
You held no attraction for me before today
Why did this suddenly change
Was it time? Was it weather?
I know too well how things work in mysterious ways
Who would think you would figure prominently
Maybe the time long past
was only wasted and
now I want you
so bad I can almost taste it
(refrain)
Blue poet of my dreams
the man with the talking hands
who said so much
now I'm listening
I'm listening now it seems
for the first time
hearing what you have to say
what you've been saying all along
A soft insistence pervades my quiet thoughts
It's telling me to be open
to new feelings so painful
I fight the things like morals
rights and wrongs
and while nothing's been making any sense
I'm afraid it's delightful to me
Maybe my every word
is purely passion, and
who cares if all that's wrought
is only the latest fashion
(refrain)
