The More I Know, The Less I

What Are These Voices Outside Love's Open Door, Make Us Throw Off Our Contentment, And Beg For Something More?

We Live A Protracted Adolescence. At Some Point You Must Leave The Party.

How Can Love Survive In Such A Graceless Age? The Trust And Self Assurance That Lead To Happiness, They're The Very Things We Kill.

I Played Drums On Keith Carradine's First Record.

The Eagles And The Critics Were Not The Best Of Friends.