While enjoying my coffee this morning, I realised the importance of sharing my perspective. As an artist and musician dealing with post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD),

Road Of Bones I’m a rambling man, I’m a rambling manAnd I keep a suitcase by the door wherever I amCoz you never when you

Feel It! Like the sun will rise again I know it’s you that I can depend. You know how I know I feel it in

These lucky dice are on fire baby. Ante up I came to play I hope lady luck is here to stay. Her snake eyes some

I remember back when we were close like the hands of a prayer but now when I conjure up thoughts of you are but ghosts

Black cat don’t you dare cross my path. Black cat I can hear your laugh. Black cat I know there’s no turning back. Soon I

You can bury me out in the desert. Bury me up to my neck. And the vultures are circling round, but you better let Death

When I was born the devil knew that I was born to raise hell & sing the blues That night my mama died and my

If the devil’s in the details then it’s better the devil you know and every night I spend here in jail it seems like our