I'm Planning A Catastrophe.

There's No Forsaking What You Love No Existential Leap As Witnessed Here In Time And Blood A Thousand Kisses Deep

Maybe There's A God Above, As For Me, All I've Ever Seemed To Learn From Love Is How To Shoot At Someone Who Outdrew You. Yeah But It's Not A Complaint That You Hear Tonight, It's Not The Laughter Of Someone Who Claims To Have Seen The Light No It's A Cold And It's A Very Lonely Hallelujah.

Deprivation Is The Mother Of Poetry.

I've Always Held The Song In High Regard Because Songs Have Got Me Through So Many Sinks Of Dishes And So Many Humiliating Courting Events.

I Don't Have A Television Set Up [in The Mountains], Of Course, But I Find I Don't Miss It At All, Or The Newspaper. I've Sneaked A Radio Into By Cabin, But I Find I Turn It On Very Rarely.