I Don't Write My Music For Sony.

Kiss Me, Please Kiss Me But Kiss Me Out Of Desire, Babe, And Not Consolation You Know It Makes Me So Angry 'cause I Know That In Time I'll Only Make You Cry, This Is Our Last Goodbye.

I Don't Really Need To Be Remembered. I Hope The Music's Remembered.

I Don't Want My Reputation To Take Me Over, I Just Want To Be Judged On My Songs. I Want People To Come And See Me Because They Want To, Not Because Fashion Dictates It.

Sometimes A Man Gets Carried Away When He Feels Like He Should Be Having His Fun And Much Too Blind To See The Damage He's Done, Oh Sometimes A Man Must Awake To Find That Really He Has No One. So I'll Wait For You And I'll Burn Will I Ever See Your Sweet Return, Oh Will I Ever Learn? Oh, Lover You Should've Come Over. Oh Love Well I'm Waiting For You.

When All Of This Music Sounds Like You Know What You Want To Say, Then It Will Have Been Of All Worth, Ever. You Will Be Something Complete Unto Yourself, Present And Unique.