Well Billy Batty was a butcher boy,
He rode a butchers bike..
Down Dublin's dirty backstreets
at the dawning of daylight...
Billy loved a girl named Lucy,
Lucy loved another lad
A soldier tall and handsome,
made young Billy sad...
Just another old soul trying to find it's way. Lost, throughout the darkness of the unknown, fighting tooth and nail to keep a shred of sanity in this insane world.
Trying to keep afloat in the oppressive state of things. Using art as a form of escapism (at least temporary), to bring me back to those astral and cosmic realms I love to visit so often. Yes, I'm a dreamer...an entertainer of the random and obscure.
I'm metaphysical, mystical, downright temperamental. I rhyme divine in this great divide, as I try my hardest to slip inside....this vast reality I have set out before me. Traverse this great territory, won't you join me?