When You Move Artistically, The Natural Inclination

I've Become A Guy Who's Like A Complaining, Whining Neurotic.

There's A Lot Of Days Where You Feel Forgotten.

I Created A Paradigm By Which I Could Succeed, And Up Until Recently It Was The Only Way I Could Do It. I Could Not Take The Brunt Of Standing In The Light Of My Own Work. There Was A Faustian Bargain I Could Not Make. I Could Have You Mock Me For Wearing Funny Clothes That I Could Deal With. But I Couldn't Deal With Actually Standing In The Light Of My Own Musical Power. That's The Difference Now. It's Like, Okay, No More Of That, You're Done.

I'm Irish And I Was Born On St. Patrick's Day. I'm Lucky Sevens.

You Give Me A @#$%& Kazoo And I'll Write You A Good Song.