Vocals, F-hole Mandolin, Acoustic Guitar, Silvertone 120-Bass Accordian
Life is simply the most lucid of dreams, and we can stop and change
anything midstream. Reality is nothing but what we believe.
But still, I look up and see this mountain to be moved, and sometimes it brings me to my knees.
I am set to give up the bad spirit - there is no warm up fight. But as much as I want to say "well, here I am!", I don't always have the courage to stand and fight.
I just have to find the fulcrum.
Whenever I'm about to experience a big change in my life, I have dreams as a sort of premonition. They're recurrent dreams, in a way, in that they always involve tornados. The tornados have a tremendous force, and they sweep the rains along before them, washing clean everything in their path, and all is left pure and naked and new.
In these dreams, I always place myself squarely in the path of the winds and face the approaching tornado. Just as I did last night.
