There Is A Moment, A Chip In

Someone Could Walk Into This Room And Say Your Life Is On Fire.

When I Began Making My Own Albums, The Songs Became Funkier. They Were More About The Streets.

Serious Numbers Will Speak To Us Always.

Far Above The Golden Clouds, The Darkness Vibrates. The Earth Is Blue. And Everything About It Is A Love Song. Everything About It.

I Am Just A Poor Boy, Though My Story's Seldom Told, And I Have Squandered My Resistance, For A Pocket Full Of Mumbles, Such Are Promises. All Lies In Jest, Still A Man Hears What He Wants To Hear And Disregards The Rest...la-la-la-la-la-la-la-lala-la-la-la-la...