Serious Music Usually Doesn't Pay.

As I Walk Through This Wicked World Searchin' For Light In The Darkness Of Insanity, I Ask Myself Is All Hope Lost? Is There Only Pain And Hatred, And Misery? And Each Time I Feel Like This Inside, There's One Thing I Wanna Know: What's So Funny 'bout Peace, Love, & Understanding?

No Use Wishing Now For Any Other Sin.

Imagination Is A Powerful Deceiver.

I've Always Felt Writing A Song Was A Bit Like Going On Location. That's True In An Almost Literal Sense. Where You Are Seeps In Somehow.

You Can't Live In The Past, And I Don't. I'm Not Nostalgic About My Own Work, At All.