You just sit home and masturbate. The phone is going to ring soon, but you just can't wait.

You only beat me if you get me to hate.

Call you up in the middle of the night. It's awful hard trying to make love long distance, but I really need stimulation.

I never said I wasn't going to play any more. I don't know where that came from.

Some love is just a lie of the heart, the cold remains of what began with a passionate heart.

I actually wrote the song first as "well, it's 9 o'clock on a Saturday." That bit. Then I said, You know what? It needs some kind of an introduction to kind of set the mood and set the flavor. So I just played this kind of cocktail lounge thing, the hustle and bustle of waitresses going by - that kind of thing.

Even when I stop performing or stop making records I won't stop being creative. Songwriting is a good outlet.