the album was called

and then i drifted into music as the songs woke up in my head and i remembered my story was told in the words i said so i wrote the words into history from secure in my bed and the rest is now a mystery you will find when i'm dead... and there once was a bird named fred... anyway, not only did i used to write lots of lyrics, i used to write albums... sometimes the lyrics would become the album, sometimes the album would be written first, that is, an album title and a list of song titles with a theme of some sort just waiting for fleshing out, waiting for the lyrics (as the lyrics wait for the music)... it's a strange sort of creativity flowing through the child i was... somewhere inside, the songs still play...

maybe madness like a daffodil...