"If you got all you needed in a day or two your world would never be the same ... You wouldn't care anymore. Your ego wants this satisfaction ... recognition. Athletes, musicians, actors, painters, poets, rappers ... for the love of God, they all want His ear and have nothing to say. Who has something to say? Jay-Z? Thom Yorke? Bob Dylan? Michael Jackson ? They have nothing to "say," only something they want to "tell you." Conversing is out of date. Lecturing is "in" and has been since Woody Guthrie went on the air.

St. Matthew -- if he only knew -- would be laughing you towards your demise. Passion to send me to hell if he could, but he didn't even know his own mind, really, as he lectured you about prospering not and losing your "soul." He'll tell you that God is in that girl's skirt and in all the filth and concrete erupting on every city block. And maybe I fell in love with you in Jamestown and knew right then it was a hopeless case and I stole the 'I' the 'minor v' and used it like a lie against a world of rock and soul. And look now, Matthew makes music for the bad teen drama TV shows. He wrote a song and asked me where you live. He sold me all this stuff and I woke up on a Thursday and watched his car spin out of town in the gray ... and the world would never be the same ..."