I Mean, There Are Peripheral Things I

One Of My Rules Is: Never Listen To Your Old Stuff.

Rock & Roll Is So Great, People Should Start Dying For It. You Don't Understand. The Music Gave You Back Your Beat So You Could Dream...the People Just Have To Die For The Music. People Are Dying For Everything Else, So Why Not For Music? Die For It. Isn't It Pretty? Wouldn't You Die For Something Pretty?

I Have No Control Over The Audience. I Have No Idea What They Think. My Heart's Pure. I Can't Do Anything. I Really Can't Do Anything. I Don't Know What Goes On In The Crowd.

The Music Business Doesn't Interest Me Anymore.

I Am Very Emotionally Affected By Sound. Sounds Are The Inexplicable... There Is A Sound You Hear In Your Head, It's Your Nerves, Or Your Blood Running.