I didn't think I was gonna be playing on the Oscars or anything.

Static in my head, the reflected sound of everything, tried to go to where it led, but it didn't lead to anything.

The band's filter, but playing live is a lot of fun.

But I was also doing odd jobs around Portland, like spreading gravel and transplanting bamboo trees.

I see you're leaving me and taking up with the enemy, the cold comfort of the in-between, a little less than a human being.

I want to keep making records as long as I can and that's the beginning and end of my concern about selling records.

The devil's script sells you the heart of a blackbird.