If there's an original thought out there, I could use one right now.

Ah, current music. What would that be? Ah, really, a lot of it sounds defective to me. It makes me restless.

I can picture the color of the song, or the shape of it, or who it is that I'm trying to appeal to, in the song, and what I'm trying to, almost, reinforce my feelings for. And I know that sounds sort of vague and abstract, but I've got a handle on it when I'm doing it.

We sit here stranded, though we're all doin' our best to deny it

Experience teaches us that silence terrifies people the most.

Ain't it hard when you discover that, he wasn't really where it's at, after he took from you everything he could steal. How does it feel?

It's east to see without lookin' too far that not much is really sacred.