You know I wasn’t born I was spat out at a wall
and nobody even knew my name.
The sun hatched me out, cradle and all
on the corner of first and insane
For the souls of the departed and the renegades of love
you and me gotta be all we dreamed of
In the ruins of mischief through the ravages of time
you got a place in this world of mine

sometimes when it’s too hard to get on
it just might be you that I’ll call upon
but i find that hard to believe
but if anything
that’s what’s going to save me

Music is a world. I can be sitting in a room, dealing with this red-tape stuff that we all have to deal with, and another dimension opens, and I haven’t left the room, and music just comes as things that I’ve never heard before, or things from the past that almost open up my perspective. God, you can get really trapped in life, and different things take you out of it. You can take a little pill, you can have a little drink, but to me, that doesn’t solve the problem. That just postpones it. You can shop, you can have an affair—because that will distract you—but that doesn’t solve it. For me, it’s creating something, so that you have a different perspective, and you don’t feel victimized by a situation.

Everything is never ok with me, why all of a sudden does it matter?