I don't really have a retirement plan.
Let the dead bury the dead, your time will come.
The hollow horn plays wasted words, proves to warn that he not busy being born is busy dying.
Here's the thing with me and the religious thing. This is the flat-out truth: I find the religiosity and philosophy in the music. I don't find it anywhere else.
God knows there's a heaven.
Some are masters of illusions, some are ministers of trade, all under the same delusion, all their beds unmade.