Nothing makes me happy anymore. I feel bad about that because I realize that I am a very fortunate person. And I am not just talking about the success of the band. I think anyone who can walk, talk and see has nothing to complain about. It’s ironic and sad. There have been a lot of changes in our lives. There has been a lot of death and turmoil, but rather than go out on the street and punch somebody out because I’m mad at the world, I decided to write a bunch of lousy songs.
Play, come on
Play that song
Play it all night long
Just turn it up and turn me on
Play, come one DJ
Play that song
You that is turns me on
Just turn it up and turn me on!
Tommy's got his six string in hock
Now he's holding in what he used
To make it talk
It's tough, so tough...
... I've always been confused by why what music you listen to would dictate what kind of clothes you wear or what color your hair is. If there's a philosophy in the music you like, you can live by that, but I don't see why you have to be part of a clique, a scene, a movement.
Oh, kiss me beneath the milky twilight.
Lead me out on the moonlit floor.
Lift your open hand
Strike up the band and make the fireflies dance,
Silver moon's sparkling.
So kiss me.
Inside an empty room
My inspiration flows.
Now wait to hear the tune,
Around my head it goes.
The magic melody
You want to sing with me.
Just: la la la la la!
The music is the key.