I’ve been collecting some more high-end guitars. I have an old Martin D28 from the ’60s, a beautiful, classic Martin that I know I played on ‘Mariachi.’
I know there is strength in the differences between us. I know there is comfort where we overlap.
The world is my oyster. The road is my home. And I know that I’m better off Alone.
But as bad as I am, I’m proud of the fact that I’m worse than I seem.
I don’t always feel lucky, but I’m smart enough to try.
There’s this brutal imperial power, that my passport says I represent. But it will never represent where my heart lives, only vaguely where it went.
They see me as a symbol, and not a human being. That way they can kill me, say it’s not murder it’s a metaphor.
In any marginalized community, whether people identify themselves or not affects us all.
Let’s grow old and die together. Let’s do it now.
Somedays the line I walk turns out to be straight – Other days the line tends to deviate.
Science chases money, and money chases its tail, and the best minds of my generation cannot make bail.
My distraction’s my defense against this lack of inspiration Against this slow deflation Yeah the further the horizon The more it holds my gaze The foreground’s out of focus but you know I kinda hope it’s just a phase Just a phase.
I envy your ignorance, I hear that it’s bliss.
A good brain ain’t diddley, if you don’t have the facts.
What doesn’t bend, breaks.
What makes you so lavish that you can afford to spend every sober moment feeling angry and bored?
I use my dress to wipe up my drink, I care less and less what people think.
How come I can pick my ears, but not my nose? Who made up that rule anyway? How can you say that’s the way it is, that’s just the way it goes, why don’t you decide fore yourself what you can do?
Now I wonder who is gonna be president: Tweedle Dumb, or Tweedle Dumber – And who is gonna have the big block buster box office this summer.
Lying in bed, you know, you don’t seem so tall.
Self-Preservation is a full-time occupation.