When You Make Your Peace With Authority,

I Think, In These Days, Especially In The States, You Have To Be A Politician Or An Assassin Or Something, To Really Be A Superstar.

No One Here Gets Out Alive.

Where's Your Will To Be Weird?

Morning Found Us Unaware, Noon Burn Gold Into Our Hair, At Night We Swim The Laughin Sea, Where Will We Be?

[...] My Wild Words Slip Into Fusion And Risk Losing The Solid Ground. So Stranger, Get Wilder Still. Probe The Highlands.