Well now, and here we go, I'll say this aloud... that the artist alone of his works should be proud... And those of us who with our hearsay and rumor... Arise and take notice, alarm the consumer!................

For I have been slandered and rumored and slain... By the likes of assasins with words and disdain... With the twisting of meanings to suit an adgenda... Anyone can when everyone rendors..........................

But creative anommily, always alone... Can't rise up defending, it's honor it's own... For distractions deter from the process we follow... Unless we all rise to experiences hollow?.................

So when lies and deceptions discredit a muse... And for reasons unknown, should we more beauty loose?... Hidden their meanings, so how can we know... Whether songs are deceptive; we ourselves they do show.......

What if the ballads once sung to lost empires... Were written by wandering gypsies and bonfires... If the surviving remains of that culture are with us... Does it matter that lifestyles uncherished afflict us?........

Rumors are seldom true, and they never seem to tell the whole truth... and besides, to some, slander is fashionable! Also, I would venture to say that traditional music is often wtitten about the very subjects we find objectionable. Could it be that thought and dialogue about them was/is one of their objects? ttr