Sometimes it's not enough to know what things mean, sometimes you have to know what things don't mean.

No reason to get excited,' the thief, he kindly spoke, There are many here among us who feel that life is but a joke.

So I cut off my hair and I rode straight away, to the wild unknown country where I could not go wrong.

Opportunities may come along for you to convert something -something that exists into something that didn't yet. That might be the beginning of it. Sometimes you just want to do things your way, want to see for yourself what lies behind the misty curtain. It's not like you see songs approaching and invite them in. It's not that easy. You want to write songs that are bigger than life. You want to say something about strange things that have happened to you, strange things you have seen. You have to know and understand something and then go past the vernacular.

Let me ask you one question Is your money that good Will it buy you forgiveness Do you think that it could I think you will find When your death takes its toll All the money you made Will never buy back your soul

For whose sake did you live, for whose sake did you die? Forgive me, baby, for what I didn't do.

Sing your praise of progress and the doom machine, the naked truth is still taboo whenever it can be seen.