Now young faces grow sad and old and hearts of fire grow cold We swore blood brothers against the wind I'm ready to grow young again

More than rich, more than famous, more than happy...I wanted to be great.

For an adult, the world is constantly trying to clamp down on itself. Routine, responsibility, decay of institutions, corruption: this is all the world closing in.

Hey man, did you see that? His body hit the street with such a beautiful thud.

You have moments of clarity, things become clear to you that you didn't understand before. But there's never any making ends meet or finding any time of longstanding peace of mind about something.

You know hearts these days are cheap.

Your legs were heaven, your breasts were the alter, your body was the holy land.