Too Much Information About Nothing.

Everything Passes, Everything Changes, Just Do What You Think You Should Do.

The Hollow Horn Plays Wasted Words, Proves To Warn That He Not Busy Being Born Is Busy Dying.

A Record ... Is A Statement, It's Its Own Statement, Its Own Entity, Rather Than Being About Something Else. If I Was A Painter ... I Don't Paint The Chair, I Would Paint Feelings About The Chair.

Freedom Just Around The Corner For You, But With The Truth So Far Off, What Good Will It Do?

Walkin' Through The Leaves Fallin' From The Trees, Feelin' Like A Stranger Nobody Sees.