They Took All The Trees

Musically, I Don't Think I'd Ever Dry Up. I Trust My Musical Invention.

I Sang In Art School, Just To Get Money To Smoke.

With A Painting, You Don't Have To Go Back And Paint It Again.

In Some Ways, My Gift For Music And Writing Was Born Out Of Tragedy, Really, And Loss.

All Romantics Meet The Same Fate Some Day. Drunk And Cynical And Boring Someone In Some Dark Cafe.