while hanging out in Arles, France..I wrote something called 'Van Gogh's Other Ear'


the bridge.. (reference to the institution in St. Remy de Provence where Vicent volutarily had himself committed for a year)


             'These bars on my window of the room with a view
             Do they keep the world out while they hold me in too?
             I shuffle through the meanings, pastels of the play
             In the ever-changing shadows of St Paul de Mausolay

chorus:   'Flowers have their auras, there's a halo 'round the moon
               A glow above that yellow house next to the Roman ruins
               There's music in the madness that so few ever hear
               It moves at the speed of colour....
                            to Van Gogh's other ear