Been thinking about Vincent quite a bit lately.

My Pepere was born before the great war To God-fearing parents in Maine Where the simplest of rules taught in Catholic schools Was don't use the Lord's name in vain Every day in that school, he'd adhere to that rule But a loophole he often…

Every album needs a little instrumental, don't you think?

Walking in your footsteps Can't see the world around me Just a pace behind I might as well be blind Standing in the darkness Nothing left to guide me No footing I can find The stairs, they start to wind I might as well be blind The…

I don't know Where it comes from Or where it goes Just wait until it shows You can't hold it Too long Then it's gone The air off the water The fire in your soul A lucky man's daughter Come in from the cold I keep my heart open…