Lyrics: Another morning Such sorry days Long hours working No living wage Oh how I long for The life I crave Sure begs the question When the dam's gonna break Oh watch out Head down Hush your mouth Honey, don't stand…

Everyone is writing songs inside their heads Waking up from sleeping in their unmade beds I cleared out space in springtime to make room for the fall I wrote you words of kindness, but I won’t speak them at all The kudzu choked the hillside…

Dr. Sattilaro strayed from the diet in the late '80s and back onto typical Western fare, his cancer returned, and he died soon thereafter.

Rough stab at a kinda different sound, and my first use of some drum sounds from an obsolete synth. Your comments are invited, but please be kind! :-)