Songwriting's A Weird Game.

I Occasionally Borrow Pot From My Kids. They Do A Little Weed Occasionally. 'here, Dad' — Or More Likely, 'dad, Have You Got Any?'

I Like It Here In Austin. Anybody Got A Room?

I'd Play Whenever I Could Get My Hands On An Electric Guitar; I Was Trying To Pick Up Rock'n'roll Riffs And Electric Blues - The Latest Muddy Waters. I'd Spend Hours And Hours On The Same Track, Back Again, And Back Again.

I Looked Upon Myself, In A Sort Of Romantic And Silly Way, As Like A Laboratory.

I Mean, Give Me A Guitar, Give Me A Piano, Give Me A Broom And String, I Wouldn't Get Bored Anywhere.