There used to be this real sense of community integrity in rock. It has really eroded. Everyone seems to be on their own now.

When you kill somebody's little sister with a missile, he's going to hate you forever. And the next generation will hate you even more.

There was no use pretending, no magic left to hear, all the music gave me was a craving for lite beer.

We don't really make bad records, though some people might like some more than others. And we have never really done a bad show. So I think in a way maybe we've been taken for granted.

At twilight time the smog makes a rainbow.

You belong among the wildflowers You belong in a boat out at sea You belong with your love on your arm You belong somewhere you feel free

There used to be this real sense of community integrity in rock. It has really eroded. Everyone seems to be on their own now.