What Drives Me To You, Drives Me

Obscenity, Who Really Cares. Propaganda, All Is Phony.

You Can't Imagine Parlor Ballads Drifting Out Of High-rise Multi-towered Buildings. That Kind Of Music Existed In A More Timeless State Of Life.

Jesus, That Ear. He Should Donate It To The Smithsonian. Brian Wilson, He Made All His Records With Four Tracks, But You Couldn't Make His Records If You Had A Hundred Tracks Today.

Some Formulas Are Too Complex And I Don't Want Anything To Do With Them.

What Drives Me To You, Drives Me Insane.