I Could Promise That I'll Always Be

We're All Just Animals. That's All We Are, And Everything Else Is Just An Elaborate Justification Of Our Instincts. That's Where Music Comes From. And Romantic Poetry. And Bad Novels.

Some People Can't Physically Hear Things. A Kid That Listens To Metallica Or Something Can't Hear That, Because He's Filled Himself Up With This Stuff, He Physically Can't Hear A Banjo Or A Harp Or Something.

People Speak With Enormous Pomposity And Arrogance About Music.

Cause Somewhere In The Quizling Clinic, There's A Shorthand Typist Taking Seconds Over Minutes.

Sometimes I Write Notes That I Have Difficulty Singing. And You Start Talking Yourself Out Of The Bold Melody And Start Wanting To Arrange It In Another Key Or Something. Maybe I Just Never Learned My Harmony Part, Because What Everybody Says Sounds Odd To Them Sounds Perfectly Natural To Me.