It is not always from Nietzsche, Plato, and Sartre that I draw my inspiration…
Sometimes it comes from Birmingham in Song Form….
“Hey you with the pretty face
Welcome to the human race
A celebration, mister blue sky’s up there waitin’
And today is the day we’ve waited for
Oh mister blue sky please tell us why
You had to hide away for so long (so long)
Where did we go wrong?”
No, I didn’t catch a Bus yet, but at last I have real hope that I will and that, for me, is what this song is all about….