What I Do Is Unusual: Chordal Movements

I Know My Generation - A Lot Of Them, They're Getting Old Now, And They Want To Think Back Fondly, They Want To Kid Themselves. A Lot Of Them Think, 'yeah, We Were The Best.' That's The Kiss Of Death. That's Non-growth. And Also That's Very Bad For The World.

Land Of Snap Decisions, Land Of Short Attention Spans, Nothing Is Savored Long Enough To Really Understand.

You've Got To Shake Your Fists At Lightning Now, You've Got To Roar Like Forest Fire You've Got To Spread Your Light Like Blazes All Across The Sky They're Going To Aim The Hoses On You, Show 'em You Won't Expire Not Till You Burn Up Every Passion, Not Even When You Die Come On Now, You've Got To Try, If You're Feeling Contempt, Well Then You Tell It If You're Tired Of The Silent Night, Jesus, Well Then You Yell It Condemned To Wires And Hammers, Strike Every Chord That You Feel That Broken Trees And Elephant Ivories Conceal

Musically, I Don't Think I'd Ever Dry Up. I Trust My Musical Invention.

People Will Tell You Were They Have Gone, They'll Tell You Where To Go, But Until You Get There For Yourself You Never Really Know.