Once You're Dead, You're Made

Oh Say, Can You See, It's Really Such A Mess. Every Inch Of Earth Is A Fighting Nest. Giant Pencial And Lipstick Tube Shaped Things, Continue To Rain And Cause Scream And Pain, And The Arctic Stains From Silver Blue To Bloody Red.

I Wouldn't Say That I'm The Greatest Guitarist Ever. I'd Say Probably That I'm The Greatest Guitarist Sitting In This Chair.

If I'm Free, It's Because I'm Always Running.

The Artist Draws The People. The Whole Idea Is For People To Dig Themselves, Just Mingle Around Meeting Different Other People. That's Cool.

My Nature Just Changes.