The more I know, the less I understand
We're being treated to the wisdom of some puffed up, little fart. Doing exactly what I used to do, pretensions to anarchy and art.
The wisdom that living brings, since I got a telegram from the God of simple things.
It was pretty frightening because as we all know, when large, famous groups breakup, a lot of the members don't survive in solo careers.
Playing the drums hurts my back.
In the old days, words like sin and Satan had a moral certitude. Today, they're replaced with self-help jargon, words like dysfunction and antisocial behavior, discouraging any responsibility for one's actions.