My Head's A Carousel Of Pictures And

I Don't See Any Harm In Letting Whatever Comes Out Come Out Of You, Even If It's Sort Of Weird, Or Dark, Or Painful, Or Too Embarrassing, Or Whatever. I Feel Like You Might As Well Get It Down For Yourself. It Can't Do Anything But Help You Get To Where You Want To Be By Recognizing The Thoughts That You're Having.

As Long As I Can Buy Records And Books And Maybe Some Clothes, I'm Pretty Stoked. I Don't Need A Yacht Or Anything.

We Made Love On The Living Room Floor With The Noise In The Background Of A Televised War And In That Defeaning Pleasure I Thought I Heard Someone Say If We Walk Away They'll Walk Away

On Good Days, I Can See The Inherent Goodness In People, And That Human Beings Have A High Capacity To Learn And Adapt. But Things Like The Environment, Nuclear Weapons And Ideas Like Peak Oil - If You Think About Them Too Much, They Can Really Freak You Out.

You Can't Manufacture Inspiration, So A Lot Of It Is Still A Waiting Game For Me. There's Still A Lot Of Mystery To Songwriting. I Don't Have A Method That I Can Go Back To - They Either Come Or They Don't.