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There Was This Book I Read And Loved, The Story Of A Ship Who Sailed Around The World And Found That Nothing Else Exists Beyond Its Own Two Sails And Wooden Shell And What Is Held Within. All Else Is Sure To Pass. We Clutch And Grasp And Debate What's Truly Permanent.

You Can't Manufacture Inspiration, So A Lot Of It Is Still A Waiting Game For Me. There's Still A Lot Of Mystery To Songwriting. I Don't Have A Method That I Can Go Back To - They Either Come Or They Don't.

I've Given Up Trying To Understand What People Think About Me.

You Should Never Be Embarrassed By Your Trouble With Living, Because It's The Ones With The Sorest Throats Who Have Done The Most Singing.

And I Never Thought This Life Was Possible,you're The Yellow Bird That I've Been Waiting For. In Polaroids You Were Dressed In Women's Clothes Were You Made Ashamed, Why'd You Lock Them In A Drawer? Well, I Don't Think That I Ever Loved You More Well Let The Poets Cry Themselves To Sleep And All Their Tearful Words Will Turn Back Into Steam The Sound Of Loneliness Makes Me Happier.