And In The Morning When

Rock And Roll Seems To Have Had A Mellowing In The Business Where It Got Harder To Sell Individual Records And Make Money Doing That.

I've Never Conceptualized Much Of What I Write About. Maybe, Once I'm Onto Something, I'll Conceptualize A Finished Record. I Want The Songs To Tie Together And Make Sense Together. I'm Not Like, "oh, I Want To Explore This Idea." That's Just Not How The Creative Process Works For Me. It's More Like Something Strikes Me, Or Finds Me, And Then I Wrestle With It After That. I Don't Sit Back In My Armchair, Like, "what Kind Of Philosophy Can I Explore Today?"

We're All Too Busy Working, Entertaining Ourselves With Forty Hours, Television And Prescription Pills Well, I Take Two A Day To Help My Brain Behave It Never Does, But Who's To Say? At Least My Doctor Gets Paid.

Because The Truth Is That Gossip Is As Good As Gospel In This Town. You Can Save Face But You Won't Ever Save Your Soul. And That's A Fact.

For A Song I Was Bought Now I Lie When I Talk With A Careful Eye On The Cue Card. Onto A Stage I Was Pushed, With My Sorrow Well Rehearsed. So Give Me All Your Pity And Your Money, Now (all Of It).