Sometimes, Out Of Really Horrible Things Come

All Summer Long; We'll Be Playing The Festivals. We'll Be Reading, We'll Be Leeds, We'll Be Around.

The Energy Is Still Similar Because I Saw Some Old Footage Of Us When We Were In France That They'd Dredged Up Out Of God Knows Where And I Was Like, The Energy Is Still There.

I'm Still A Little Bent, A Little Crooked, But All Things Considered, I Can't Complain.

The Good News Is That By The Second Year, Those Cravings Were About As Half As Frequent, And By The Third Year, Half As Much Again. I'm Still A Little Bent, A Little Crooked, But All Things Crooked, I Can't Complain. After All Those Years Of All Kinds Of Abuse And Crashing Into Trees At Eighty Miles An Hour And Jumping Off Buildings And Living Through Overdoses And Liver Disease, I Feel Better Now Than I Did Ten Years Ago. I Might Have Some Scar Tissue, But That's Alright, I'm Still Making Progress.

It Was Like The Wizard Of Oz Had Spoken, And What He Said Was Too Ludicrous To Take Seriously.