It's not easy in this phosphorescent gloom telling waking dreams apart anyhow.

If your standards are low, you're going to stop pretty early on in the process.

I suppose I should be happy to be misread; better be that than some of the other things I have become.

The king of the jailhouse and the queen of the road think sharing the burden will lighten the load.

All that I need now is someone with the brains and the know-how to tell me what I want.

But I can't confront the doubts I have. I can't admit that maybe the past was bad, and so, for the sake of momentum I'm condemning the future to death so it can match the past.

At a major label you can start to feel that you're working for them, and that any work you do, you're never going to see any benefit.