You Fondle My Trigger, Then

My Mind Goes To Tragedy First.

The Early Cars Already Are Drawing Deep Breaths Past My Door. And Last Night's Phrases Sick With Lack Of Basis Are Still Writhing On My Floor.

I Didn't Want To Be Precious About Things. Of Course, The Idea Is To Make Great Music, But If You Have Great Musicians Up There, It Gives Me Some Leeway To Play Around A Little Bit.

Just Tolerate My Little Fist Tugging On Your Forest Chest

If I Have One Success In My Relationship History, It's With The People Who Listen To My Music. I Think That They'll Be There With Me Forever, And I'll Be There With Them Forever. And I'm Totally Satisfied With That.