Off The Coast And I'm Headed Nowhere

My Job Is To Be Some Sort Of Music/lyric Psychic, To Figure Out That That's The Right Song To Not Fight The Lyric.

The Press Is Like Any Business. Its A Group Of Really Intelligent Individuals That Ends Up Being One Slathering, One-eyed, Drooling Monster.

Being Capable Of Anything Is A Bullshit Concept, Unless It Means You Also Admit That You're Capable Of Cheating, Lying And Killing.

I Used To Do This Big Rant At The End Of Some Gigs With Ben Folds Five. The Band Broke Into This Big Heavy Metal Thing And I Started As A Joke To Scream In A Heavy Metal Falsetto. I Found Myself Saying Things Like: Feel My Pain, I Am White, Feel My Pain.

Even Though I Live In America More, I Feel Like When I Go To Adelaide, That's When I Get To Go Home.