Cosmetic surgery and the ideology of self-improvement may have made women's hope for legal recourse to justice obsolete.
[. . . ] My wild words slip into fusion and risk losing the solid ground. So stranger, get wilder still. Probe the highlands.
We hide ourselves in our music to reveal ourselves
You feel your strength in the experience of pain.
Lets just say I was testing the bounds of reality.
All our lives we sweat and save, Building for a shallow grave.
Pain is meant to wake us up. People try to hide their pain. But they're wrong. Pain is something to carry, like a radio. You feel your strength in the experience of pain.
The abuse of the Earth is the ecological crisis.
The industrial civilisation is based on the consumption of energy resources that are inherently limited in quantity and that are about to become scarce. When they do, competition for what remains will trigger dramatic economic and geopolitical events; in the end, it may be impossible for even a single nation to sustain industrialism as we have know it in the twentieth century.
As the woods are the same, the trees standing in their places, the rocks and the earth. . . they are always different too, as lights and shadows and seasons and moods pass through them.
Sometimes I think I'm more comfortable onstage than I am in my own room. When I get onstage, it's kind of like your chance to let go and be something that you're not maybe. It's your time to dream.