Musicians know all about unemployment. You're unemployed a lot, and I think there's a great deal of empathy between musicians and people who are out of work.

We all end in the ocean. We all start in the streams. We're all carried along, by the river of dreams.

You only beat me if you get me to hate.

Let me go on sleeping and I will lose myself in palaces of sand, and all the fantasies that I've been keeping will make the empty hours easier to stand.

I once believed in causes, too. Had my pointless point of view. Life went on no matter who was wrong or right.

Don't wait for answers, just take your chances. Don't ask me why.

I've passed the age of consciousness and righteous rage. I found that just surviving was a noble fight.