And She Moves Among The Sparrows. And

Into The Mercy Seat I Climb My Head Is Shaved, My Head Is Wired And Like A Moth That Tries To Enter The Bright Eye I Go Shuffling Out Of Life Just To Hide In Death Awhile And Anyway I Never Lied.

The Body Becomes The Carrier For The Work. It's Not Really About The Physical Body; It Really Becomes The Apparatus That Carries And Moves The Work. I Don't Really Consider The Body As Much; I Look At It As A Tool.

I Know When I Sit With My Band Members And We're Playing Back A Song That We've Done, I Know That They're Experiencing It In A Completely Different Way And Hearing Stuff That They're Alerted To Because The Way The Interpret The World Is Through Their Ears. Mine Is Through My Eyes.

One Thing That I'm Really Interested In Is The Kind Of Esoteric Detail That Surrounds These Great Figures. And Wikipedia Is Full Of That Kind Of Stuff, Whether It's True Or Untrue. It Staggers Me: Why, In The Short Space Assigned To A Person Or An Event, That Kind Of Random Information Is There. To Be Honest, That's Wonderful Fuel For Songwriting.

A Gentleman Never Talks About His Tailor.