A Is For Answering All Your Prayers,

And I Wish That I Was Made Of Stone So That I Would Not Have To See A Beauty Impossible To Define A Beauty Impossible To Believe A Beauty Impossible To Endure The Blood Imparted In Little Sips The Smell Of You Still On My Hands As I Bring The Cup Up To My Lips No God Up In The Sky No Devil Beneath The Sea Could Do The Job That You Did, Baby Of Bringing Me To My Knees

What I Think About When I Frequent The Museum Of Natural History, The Metropolitan [museum Of Art], And I Look At These Artifacts That Are Taken Out Of Context And How We're Forced To View Them As Objects, As Relics, As Sculpture- Static. But What's Interesting Is What It Allows Me To Do In My Head In Terms Of Imagining What The Possibilities Are Or Imagining The Role In Which They Played Within A Particular Culture Which I'm Fascinated By.

I've Always Done A Lot Of Research And Stuff Around The Songs That I Write So There Are Pages And Pages Of Writing And You Can Kind Of See These Songs Emerging.

If You Look Around, Complacency Is The Great Disease Of Your Autumn Years, And I Work Hard To Prevent That.

What You're Really After When You See A Film Or Listen To A Song Is A Singular Vision, And I'm Not Sure How Much Of That You Really Get In Hollywood.