And In The Morning When The Sun

I've Given Up Trying To Understand What People Think About Me.

And I Sing And Sing Of Awful Things The Pleasure That My Sadness Brings.

I'd Rather Be Working For A Paycheck, Than Waiting To Win The Lottery. Besides, Maybe This Time It's Different, I Mean, I Really Think You Like Me.

I Think That Obviously The Quest For Purpose, Or Meaning, Or Understanding To Existence Is Something That I Always Think About, Always Deal With. I Guess Everybody Does - That Existential Crisis Of Human Condition. It's Nothing New. But I'd Love To Come Across Something That Really Made Me Believe In Something.

A Kid That Picks Up A Record, He Doesn't Need To Know Anything Other Than The Music And Have It In His Or Her Headphones. They're Getting Ideas Directly, It's Like Someone Whispering In Their Ear. That's Such A Personal Way To Receive Information.