I Wore Black Because I Liked It.

When I Was A Baby, My Mama Told Me Son, Always Be A Good Boy, Don't Ever Play With Guns. But I Shot A Man In Reno.

Stop Your Ears And Close Your Eyes And Try To Find The Face Of Love.

I Could Wrap Myself In The Warm Cocoon Of A Song And Go Anywhere.

When I Finally Stopped [singing], He Had Been Saying, Like, The Last Day Or So, He'd Been Saying, Now, I Think We Should Put This One In The Album. So Without Him Saying I Want To Record You And Release An Album, He Kept - He Started Saying, Let's Put This One In The Album. So The Album, This Big Question, You Know, Began To Take Form, Take Shape. And Rick [rubin] And I Would Weed Out The Songs.

It's Like A Novelist Writing Far Out Things. If It Makes A Point And Makes Sense, Then People Like To Read That. But If It's Off In Left Field And Goes Over The Edge, You Lose It. The Same With Musical Talent, I Think.