Popular music is like a big party, and it’s a thrill sneaking in rather than being invited. Every once in a while, a guy with his shirt on inside out, wearing lipstick and a pillbox hat gets a chance to speak.

I danced along a colored wind/ Dangled from a rope of sand

I'm just trying to make a buck like everyone else.

You have to keep busy. After all, no dog's ever pissed on a moving car.

It's cold out there, colder than a ticket taker's smile at the Ivar Theatre on a Saturday night.

You choke my days, I'll choke yours.

The beginning of it starts at the end