As long as you give my friend Jonah Lehrer a free pizza, I'll write a song about your restaurant.

Crimson flames tied through my ears Rollin' high and mighty traps Pounced with fire on flaming roads Using ideas as my maps "We'll meet on edges, soon," said I Proud 'neath heated brow. Ah, but I was so much older then, I'm younger than that now. Half-wracked prejudice leaped forth "Rip down all hate," I screamed Lies that life is black and white Spoke from my skull. I dreamed Romantic facts of musketeers Foundationed deep, somehow. Ah, but I was so much older then, I'm younger than that now.

Aretha with no goals, eternally single & one step soft of heaven/ let it be understood that she owns this melody along with her emotional diplomats & her earth & her musical secrets

Mama's in the factory, she ain't got no shoes. Daddy's in the alley, he's looking for food.

He did ten years in Attica, reading Nietzsche and Wilhelm Reich.

I stopped smoking. When I stopped smoking, my voice changed... so drastically, I couldn't believe it myself.

I can't stand to see myself on television.