Playing Things Too Safe Is The Most

Certain Songs Just Feel A Way That's Hard To Put Into Words And It's Not Happy And It's Also Not Really Sad But I Couldn't Say What It Is

I Liked The Idea Of A Self-contained, Endless Pursuit Of Perfection. But I Have A Problem With Perfection. I Don't Think Perfection Is Very Artful. But There's Something I Liked About The Image Of A Skater Going In This Endless Twisted Circle That Doesn't Have Any Real Endpoint. So The Object Is Not To Stop Or Arrive Anywhere; It's Just To Make This Thing As Beautiful As They Can.

But I Was Also Doing Odd Jobs Around Portland, Like Spreading Gravel And Transplanting Bamboo Trees.

Static In My Head, The Reflected Sound Of Everything, Tried To Go To Where It Led, But It Didn't Lead To Anything.

He Made His Life A Lie So He Might Never Have To Know Anyone.