At A Major Label You

You Drew A Bird That Was Here, A Kind Of Sweet Chanticleer. But With A Terrible Fear That The Cage Couldn't Tame

You Know What, The Drummer Is My Manager. He's Busy. And I'm Busy. I Don't Need The Dough, Though. But Having Said That, There's A Limit To How Much Bad Music I Wanna Play. I Did It When I Was Young, And Some Of The Music Was Ok, But It Wasn't Great.

Everyone's Just Extracting Meaning And Feeling And Emotion From Almost Every Aspect Of Music, And I Think That For Me, It's A Huge Antidote To That To Have A Concept Album.

Better Take The Keys And Drive Forever. Staying Won't Put These Futures Back Together. All The Perfect Drugs And Superheroes Wouldn't Be Enough To Bring Me Back To Zero.

If Your Standards Are Low, You're Going To Stop Pretty Early On In The Process.