Nobody on the road. Nobody on the beach. I feel it in the air, the summer's out of reach.

We satisfy our endless needs and justify our bloody deeds in the name of destiny and in the name of God.

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.

Don't look back, you can never look back

There are no facts, there is no truth, just data to be manipulated.

I have a certain pool of subject matter that I like to write about, things that interest me: politics, religion, ecology, and relationships between men and women. And that's usually what I focus on.

I'm blessed with a pretty good voice. So just sitting back there banging on the tubs wasn't enough.