"We’re all encased in sonic armor / Beltin’ it out through chrome grenades / Miles and miles of medusan chord / The electronic sonic boom / It’s what’s happening baby / it’s where it’s at daddy / They chain ya and brainwash ya / When you least suspect it / They feed ya mass media / The age is electric"
"With all respect, sir, are you therefore suggesting there is no further room for critical thought or interpretation?" / "Then what’s the use of looking?" / "So, what will I say? I’ll tell them all, the angels, ‘I got drunk in the snow! And sang. And played pirates.’ Yes, I’ll tell them, I’m ready now, I’ll be an angel. Ten minutes ago you could see the entire horizon. Now only the dusk, and the first few stars. So dark. So dark. So dark." / "Giving yourself over to someone else, defending yourself until finally you surrender and feel heaven break over you. Just put yourself in her place, and imagine."
Not supposed to what? Love? I don’t know, is there such a thing? I hear your heart…I feel you breathing-everywhere.
"The opposite of war isn’t peace, it’s creation." / "I don’t own emotion, I rent" / " You always said how lucky we were that we were all friends. But it was us baby, who were the lucky ones." / "You pretend to create and observe when you really detach from feeling alive."