Sometimes You Get Out From Behind The

Broken Bottles, Broken Plates, Broken Switches, Broken Gates. Broken Dishes, Broken Parts, Streets Are Filled With Broken Hearts.

Gotta Head Full Of Ideas That Are Driving Me Insane.

You Walk Into The Room Like A Camel And Then Put Your Eyes In Your Pockets And Your Nose On The Ground.

The Truth Was Obscure, Too Profound And Too Pure, To Live It You Had To Explode

People Think They Know Me From My Songs. But My Repertoire Of Songs Is So Wide-ranging That You'd Have To Be A Madman To Figure Out The Characteristics Of The Person Who Wrote All Those Songs.