He's halfway sick and halfway stoned. He'd sure like to kick, but he's too far gone. So they wind him down with methadone.
Knowing when to quit is probably a very important thing, but I just am not ready.
Though the body sleeps, the heart will never rest.
Music is my living. I enjoy selling my music.
The sides are steep and the nights are long and cold down in the hole, light and love and the world above mean nothing to the mole.
If the gig's going really well, I'm incredibly happy on stage and really feel good about my life and things.