And Your Eyes Must Do Some Raining

I Came Upon A Doctor Who Appeared In Quite Poor Health. I Said, 'there's Nothing That I Can Do For You That You Can't Do For Yourself.' He Said, 'oh Yes You Can. Just Hold My Hand. I Think That That Would Help.' So I Sat With Him A While Then I Asked Him How He Felt. He Said, 'i Think I'm Cured.'

I Like Science Fiction. Arthur C. Clarke, Philip K. Dick And Vonnegut, And I Really Like Margaret Atwood, The Handmaid’s Tale. And You Know, So Much Of Science Fiction Has To Do With Predicting What’s To Come, So I Think That’s Really Interesting.

I'm Ripe For The Picking For The Scientologists - One Of Those Creeps. Someone's Got To Find Me. Some Little Weird Cult Can Just Pluck Me Up, Because I'm Ripe For The Picking.

We [desaparecidos] Have To Make The Message And The Music And The Packaging As Appealing As Possible - As Taco Bell As Possible: Mediocre And No One Can Be Offended By It And Everyone Can Sort Of Enjoy It And We Can Play It On The Radio.

I Drug Your Ghost Across The Country, And We Plotted Out My Death. Every City And Memory We Whispered "here Is Where You Rest." Well I Was Determined In Chicago But I Dug My Teeth Into My Knees And I Settled For A Telephone, Sang Into Your Machine: "you Are My Sunshine, My Only Sunshine.