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The Worst Thing You Can Do As An Artist Is To Repeat Yourself.

Why Are You Scared To Dream Of God When It's Salvation That You Want?

We're Going To Sing About Things That Matter To Us. The Balancing Act Is To Present These Ideas But Also Make The Music Exciting And Sort Of Fun Enough That Even If You're Not Paying Attention To The Lyrics, You Might Still Like The Songs Anyway. That's The Idea.

The Sound Of Loneliness Makes Me Happier.

I Drug Your Ghost Across The Country, And We Plotted Out My Death. Every City And Memory We Whispered "here Is Where You Rest." Well I Was Determined In Chicago But I Dug My Teeth Into My Knees And I Settled For A Telephone, Sang Into Your Machine: "you Are My Sunshine, My Only Sunshine.