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"Thin Glass Islands on a Clouded Sea"
We stowed our hopes into the brightest of dream clouds
We struck out across dark waves, straining to make precise of the vague, ancient orders
Searchlights cut the deep
We stare or we sail on
The truth shifts through cracks upon a twisting landscape
Twenty years at sea, and at times it seems we've found it
Through trial and revision...
Well, we can discern some of the dangerous waters,
We tried to find firm land but the map was too blurred by red ink
We freeze up or we sail on
It seems the land's thin glass / It seems the trees drink glass
We slip on crack-filled planks
We tried to find the truth, but our ship was too weighed and sinks
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"Fallen Shackles of a Weathered Jouster"
"You'll notice about 80% of all the hits that have ever been out in the marketplace --
"We are like Pavlov's dog as listeners."
"And every time you hear a song, look at Billboard and say 'Oh, that's so-and-so and they're chart number 32.'"
"You know how you write better songs? By listening to other people's hits."
"What happens when you get in your car in the morning and you turn on the radio and there's a new song on there and it's got a 37-second long intro? You change the station, don't you? You think it's an instrumental song!
Shackled to a dead horse, long over-beaten
Freedom sparked at dawn's edge
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