I Have On Many Occasions Spoken My

Well Morning Came, And It Dressed The Sky In A Lovely Yellow Gown. Shopping Malls Are Opening In That Narrow Hallway Of Downtown, Filled With People Who Are Shopping For Their Lovers And Their Friends, Singing "i Won't Ever Be Lonely Again

I Understand Why People Get Desensitized And Roll Their Eyes When They Hear A Protest Song, Or Even A Politician Making Some Flowery Speech. It Doesn't Really Change Anything.

I Definitely Think Religion Is Responsible For A Lot Of The Evils Of The World. I Mean That's Not Really In Debate. But At The Same Time, I Think Whatever Gets You Through The Day, Whatever Helps You Make Sense Of Life I'm Not Gonna Begrudge My Grandmother With Her Rosary Beads. It Works For Them. And At The End Of The Day, I Don't Claim To Know The Answer To Anything.

The One Recurring Theme In My Writing, And In My Life In General, Is Confusion. The Fact That Anytime You Think You Really Know Something, You're Going To Find Out You're Wrong - That Is The Rule. The Moments Where You Think You Have Something Figured Out, Those Are The Exceptions.

And I Never Thought This Life Was Possible,you're The Yellow Bird That I've Been Waiting For. In Polaroids You Were Dressed In Women's Clothes Were You Made Ashamed, Why'd You Lock Them In A Drawer? Well, I Don't Think That I Ever Loved You More Well Let The Poets Cry Themselves To Sleep And All Their Tearful Words Will Turn Back Into Steam The Sound Of Loneliness Makes Me Happier.