What you want is for music to love you back. That's why you pay your dues. You want to feel like you belong and are part of this symbiosis, metamorphosis, whatever you want to call it.

Your old home town's so far away, but inside your head there's a record that's playing, a song called 'Hold On

I've lost my equilibrium, my car keys, and my pride.

I never told the truth so i can never tell a lie.

If you record the sound of bacon in a frying pan and play it back, it sounds like the pops and cracks on an old 33 1/3 recording. Almost exactly like that. You could substitute it for that sound.

Now it's closing time/the music's fading out.

Most songs that aren't jump-rope songs, or lullabies, are cautionary tales or goodbye songs and road songs.