Fame, What You Like Is In The

I'm A Phallus In Pigtails, And There's Blood On My Nose, And My Tissue Is Rotting Where The Rats Chew My Bones. And My Eye Sockets Empty, See Nothing But Pain, I Keep Having This Brainstorm About Twelve Times A Day.

I Went Through All The Musicians In My Life Who I Admire As Bright, Intelligent, Virtuosic Players.

A Lot Of People Provide Me With Quotes. They Suggest All Kinds Of Things To Say And I Do, Really, Because I'm Not Very Hip At All.

She Asked For My Love And I Gave Her A Dangerous Mind.

You Should Turn Around At The End Of The Day And Say I Really Like That Piece Of Work, Or That Piece Of Work Sucked. Not, Was That Popular Or Wasn't It Popular?