love is not a victory march, it's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah.

Love, anger, depression, joy and dreams. ...And Zeppelin. Totally.

A tune has to resonate with whatever is happening around it.

I just want to have a completely adventurous, passionate, weird life.

Sometimes a man gets carried away when he feels like he should be having his fun and much too blind to see the damage he's done, oh sometimes a man must awake to find that really he has no one. So I'll wait for you and I'll burn will I ever see your sweet return, oh will I ever learn? Oh, Lover you should've come over. Oh love well I'm waiting for you.

And though the meaning fits, there's no relief in this. I miss my beautiful friend.

Music is my mother and my father; it is my work and my rest...my blood...my compass...my love.