I'm A Big Fan Of Teatowels And

I Feel Like I've Spent The Last Five Years Of My Life On The Road. It Hasn't Affected My Songs But It's Probably Affected Everything Else About Me. Obviously, The More You Travel, The Wilder The Things That Keep Happening To You, The More Likely It Is You'll Get Complete Strangers Knocking On Your Hotel Room Door.

I Don't Really Care Who Collects My Work, Black, White, Red, Yellow. You Have To Also Be Consciously Aware Of, What Does This Mean In Your Home? And How Are You Supporting This Work And The Message Behind The Work?

Being A Parent Can Make You A Horrible Person At Times, Because You're Pushed To The Limit Constantly.

What I Want People To Recognize Is That We Have To Keep Working Together And Take Charge Because We All Have The Same Story.

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