So I'm Leaving Sony, A Free Agent,

Each Song Is A Child I Nourish And Give My Love To. But Even If You Have Never Written A Song, Your Life Is A Song. How Can It Not Be?

Have You Seen My Childhood? I'm Searching For The World That I Came From Cause I've Been Looking Around In The Lost And Found Of My Heart.

Deep Inside I Feel That This World We Live In Is Really A Big, Huge, Monumental Symphonic Orchestra. I Believe That In Its Primordial Form, All Of Creation Is Sound And That It's Not Just Random Sound, That It's Music.

Once At A Record Store In San Francisco, Over A Thousand Kids Showed Up. They Pushed Forward And Broke A Window. A Big Piece Of Glass Fell On Top Of This Girl. And The Girl's Throat Was Slit. She Just Got Slit. And I Remember There Was Blood Everywhere. Oh God, So Much Blood. And She Grabbed Her Throat And Was Bleeding And Everyone Just Ignored Her. Why? Because I Was There And They Wanted To Grab At Me And Get My Autograph. I Wonder Whatever Happened To That Girl.

They Didn't Trademark Everything Back Then. Now Someone Farts And They Put A Tm After It. Even Miller Lite Says 'a Fine Pilsner Beer' On The Label. It Is A Crime.