The Night I Was Born, Lord I

The Time I Burned My Guitar It Was Like A Sacrifice. You Sacrifice The Things You Love. I Love My Guitar.

Never Write A Letter While You Are Angry.

Butterflies And Zebras And Moonbeams And Fairy Tales That's All She Ever Thinks About Riding With The Wind.

Fall Mountains, Just Don't Fall On Me.

I Didn't Know It Was Anger Until They Told Me That It Was, Like With Destruction And All That. But I Believe Everybody Should Have Like A Room Where They Can Get Rid Of All Their Releases, Where They Can Do Their Releases At. So My Room Is A Stage.