No matter what culture you're from, everyone loves music.
Forced to recognize our inhumanity, our reason coexists with our insanity. And though we choose between reality and madness, it's either sadness or euphoria.
I see the children with their boredom and their vacant stares.
I have a theory that the only original things we ever do are mistakes.
Like a boxer in a title fight, you have to walk in that ring alone.
Rock and roll cola wars, I can't take it any more.