Nowadays, the game is all bugged out, Phony, like back when Hammer tried to come thugged out.

Catch a throatful from the fire vocal Ashing and molten glass like Eyjafjallajökull.

There's four sides to every story... If these walls could talk, they'd probably still ignore me.

Scared of a bunch of water? Then get out the rain. Order a rapper for lunch, and spit out the chain.

Raise your right palm: We do solemnly swear To stack more dough more calmly this year.

You could either ignore this advice, or take it from me: Be too nice, and people take you for a dummy.

Only in America could you find a way to make a healthy buck, And still keep your attitude on self-destruct.

Listenin to nothin, takin no suggestions, All destructive criticisms that can't improve on perfection.

Golly, he's just a pest and your worst best friend, Who mend and rip space-time fabric like polyester blend.

Uh oh, it's beer o'clock, I think I'm sober. How about we think this over, over a can of King Cobra?

Classical slap-stick rappers need Chapstick.

Are you okay? You seem ...soggy.""Soggy?""Yes." Heather nodded. "Like you're a depressed spaghetti noodle or something.

Time is the school in which we learn, Time is the fire in which we burn.

Art becomes an honest expression once done for oneself. Failure of that results to empty and transparent art.

You see, " I said, "I'm a socialist. I don't think this world was made for a small minority to dance on the faces of everyone else.

I grew up in the '90s. I listened to a lot of The Clash, Velvet Underground and Roxy Music. I wasn't into Boyzone, or anything.

I appreciate photographs which celebrate harmony. I don't particularly want to look at chaos. I see enough of that at home.

Worry is a complete waste of energy. It solves nothing.

I like the rock documentaries that make it seem real. Some rock documentaries are meant to make the bands look larger than life.

Some folks get nauseous, have body cramping -- they will get lightheaded and get a sense of fatigue.

You live and die according to what goes on in yourself, which no one else can even begin to know, not even father, mother, wife, son, or daughter.