It's rather mystifying when you think about writing songs - where they come from, and how they're born.

I've been riding on the crest of a slump lately.

You want soldiers who, when they get to a river after a long march, don't start rooting for their canteen in their pack, but just dive right in.

The devil knows the Bible like the back of his hand...

They say that I have no hits and that I'm difficult to work with. And they say that like it's a bad thing.

but it's so hard to dance that way when it's cold and there's no music.

Once upon a time there was a crooked tree and a straight tree. And they grew next to each other. And every day the straight tree would look at the crooked tree and he would say, "You're crooked. You've always been crooked and you'll continue to be crooked. But look at me! Look at me!" said the straight tree. He said, "I'm tall and I'm straight." And then one day the lumberjacks came into the forest and looked around, and the manager in charge said, "Cut all the straight trees." And that crooked tree is still there to this day, growing strong and growing strange.