I hear you calling and it's needles and pins (And pins) I want to hurt you just to hear you screaming my name Don't want to touch you but you're under my skin (Deep in) I want to kiss you but your lips are venomous poison

I'm not crazy about country-western music. But the lyrics are good.

All sliced up and sealed tight in baggies. Guess love makes you do funny things.

Don't always know what I am talking about, feels like I'm living in the middle of doubt.

She's cool in bed, as she ought to be, cuz Ethyl's dead.

Oh, I love to lie. That's one of my favorite things in the world, coming up to somebody, especially press people, and telling them some enormous lie that couldn't possibly be true.

If it's total freedom, I guess the ultimate thing you can go into is total silence between the audience and performer, with the performer projecting something he doesn't even have to play.