Kiss Me Out Of Desire, But Not

A Tune Has To Resonate With Whatever Is Happening Around It.

I Don’t Know, I Don’t Know That I’m Missing Anything. I Just Think Too Much Sometimes. Sometimes I’m Even Happy Because I’m So Engaged In The Thinking. But That’s The Great Thing About Performing, And Why It Is Also Sexual, Because In That Moment – Or In That Evening – I’m Completely In The Present For Once In My Life. Nothing That Came Before Or Anything That May Come After: Only What Matters Is Now. And That’s What Human Beings Crave.

Sensitivity Isn't About Being Wimpy. It's About Being So Painfully Aware That A Flea Landing On A Dog Is Like A Sonic Boom

And Though The Meaning Fits, There's No Relief In This. I Miss My Beautiful Friend.

I Think I Would Really Lay Down And Die. Music Comes From A Very Primal, Twisted Place. When A Person Sings, Their Body, Their Mouth, Their Eyes, Their Words, Their Voice Says All These Unspeakable Things That You Really Can't Explain But That Mean Something Anyway. People Are Completely Transformed When They Sing; People Look Like That When They Sing Or When They Make Love. But It's A Weird Thing—at The End Of The Night I Feel Strange, Because I Feel I've Told Everybody All My Secrets.