“You make me feel like honey and trombones.”

“You make me feel like honey and trombones. You make me feel like honey and trombones.”

“I want to feel like honey and trombones. I want to feel like honey and trombones”

“Will it make me something? Will I be something? Am I something? And the answer comes, already am, always was, and I still have time to be”

“So, tell me what my fists keep writing, my fingers, they open up like gates when I write...”

“Rock out like you get paid to disturb the peace”

“Walk through this with me. Through this church birthed of blood and muscle where every move our arms take, every breath we swallow is worship. Bend with me. There are bones in our throats. If we choke it is only on songs.”