For the girl who wrote me, somewhere in the UK ...
First I wrote some lyrics, and sent them out:
"Take a surreal trip outside of what ya know - like Tim Leary on sabbatical - The journey's deep INSIDE (lo!) - the details are purely tactical." Not bad, me thinks, but maybe too strange?
Then it was 2:24 in the mourn (english time) and she wrote, and I quote: "Hee, hee, Todd - in my sleep deprived stoned brain, your lyrics come like sweet, golden honey. Honest! I may be off my hed, but I can hear you singin' 'em - Let them creative juices run freely!"
Thanks, and I will! (carry on.)
Peace. -Todd