Men make angry music and it's called rock-and-roll; women include anger in their vocabulary and suddenly they're angry and militant.
You can doubt anything<br/>if you think about it long enough<br/>cuz what happened always adjusts to fit <br/>what happened after that
We thought we left possession behind<br/>but truth is i was yours and you were mine
I smoke and i drink<br/>and every time i blink <br/>i have a tiny dream<br/><br/>but as bad as i am <br/>i'm proud of the fact<br/>that i'm worse than i seem
Art is why I get up in the morning, but my definition ends there. You know, it doesn't seem fair that I'm living for something I can't even define, but there you are, right there, in the meantime.
I don't like my language watered down, I don't like my edges rounded off.
We get a little further from perfection, each year on the road,I guess that's what they call character,I guess that's just the way it goes, better to be dusty than polished, like some store window mannequin, why don't you touch me where i'm rusty, let me stain your hands
People used to make records, as in the record of an event, the event of people playing music in a room, and now everything's cross-marketing, its about sunglasses and shoes, or guns and drugs that you choose.
I love all those great 'f' words - feminism, folk music.