The Black Sheep boy.

I am waiting on hoof and on hand.
I am waiting all hated and damned.
I am waiting - I snort and I stamp
I am waiting, you know that I am,
Calmly waiting, to make you my lamb.

A Black sheep boy dissolves,
in hot cream and in sweet moans.

     I am about to ,albeit poorly, tell you what I think this song means. I'm listening to it now, obviously and I must say that it is a very very lovely tune. It's subtle and soft and it's edgy and deep. It's like all of the wonderful things that I love in one song. He dabbles, un-ashamedly, in sex and drugs and brings with him many different tones that make this song beautiful in music while it is meaningful in word.

     The art of song writing is beyond glorious. It is beyond thought and reaches the less invasive and elaborate world of feeling. You must feel what you want to be saying and exude it through your instrument and while there are some ways of playing without feeling, if you do not feel, only those who follow suite will care for your music. At least, that's how I understand it.

     Will sheff feels so much and has felt beyond what I can believe to ever feel in my entire life. It is a terrifying notion, to those of us who feel more than normal, to think that these feelings are in our control, when perhaps they are not. It is terrifying to feel like I have to know everything in order to do what I have to do correctly. It is a terrifying feeling to think that I have to be perfect. That thought brings tears to my eyes. It makes me feel like I have to be perfect towards everyone and that I have to do everything I do for other people. That was a horribly composed sentence.