I'm Not For Everyone. I'm

It's Not All About Love. That's Half Of It... The Other Half Is About That Moment You Have With Yourself When You're Looking In The Mirror, And You Just Go, 'oh Man. I'm Going To Compromise My Dreams, Get Fat, Sick, Old And Die Someday. I Kind Of Want To Have Someone Around For That.'

I'm Just Very Sort Of Compulsive And Lack The Ability To Keep Things In Perspective. If I'm Not Writing Or Playing Guitar Or On The Microphone Or Out On The Road, I'm Cleaning Pots And Pans Or Freaking Out About Some Plumbing Issue Or Tweeting.

Left Wing, Right Wing, I Am Wingless And Tired Of Trying To Fly. Here Comes The Ground.

I Seem To Offend Everybody. I Just Never Got Into The Universe. I Don't Seem To Have A Tremendous Amount Of Discipline Or Patience With Having To Follow A Story That Is Really Multi-leveled And Science-fiction.

I'm Not A Racist. It's Really Case By Case; It's Not Ethnicity Specific. It's Just The Way I React To Things That Are Different. I Think That's Normal. Everyone's Nervous When They're Confronted With Things That They Don't Understand Or Are Different. That's A Normal Human Reaction. It Doesn't Become Racist 'til You Say Things Like, 'oh, There's A Lot Of Them.'