"I hear your words,
but I am left without understanding.
You seem to be full of words,
but lack of meaning.
Where is your passion, your anger,
your frustration, you indifference?
Where are you in the words that you speak?
Sing me a song about your life.
A song about people you hate.
Sing me a song about the darkest thoughts
that lay embedded in the crevices of your mind.
Tell me of betrayal. Tell me of love.
Tell me of sadness, of deceit, of honesty,
of failure, of embarrassment, of success, of terror,
of all those feelings and events that make you alive.
I want a piece of you.
That's where my interests lie.
I seek the human experience'
the thing itself."
"Music isn't about buying bread,
music is about holding it in your hand,
and smelling it,
and tasting it.
It is about it."