yellow bird flying get shot in the wing good year for hunters and Christmas parties and I hate and I hate and I hate elevator music the way we fight the way I'm left here silent oh these little earthquakes here we go again oh these little earthquakes doesn't take much to RIP us into pieces we danced in graveyards with vampires till dawn we laughed in the faces of kings never afraid to burn and I hate and I hate and I hate disintegration watching us wither black winged roses that safely changed their COLOR I can't reach you I can't reach you give me life give me pain give me myself again...
My eye twitches sometimes. I was surrounded by the thoughts I smash. They decided I would be a good dinner. I decided I wanted 3 bridges in this song. [Little Earthquakes songbook]
Coming out of a lot of miscommunication with friends and family and extensions of all that, where I think in everybody's life, sometimes, you don't know how you got there. You don't know how the meltdown happened within a group of people; lots of finger-pointing and I couldn't cope. And it wasn't my family this time.
These days, sometimes friends are family, and it was a group of us, and I needed to pull back. And re-look at my life and who was in my life, and the kinds of people that I wanted in my life, and the kind of person I could be in a relationship where I wasn't able to maybe be what someone needed me to be, so I needed to be with somebody else who I could give what they needed. This was a real turning point in claiming what kind of life I wanted to live. It was a real beginning. [Rolling Stone - December 18, 2009]
January 23, 1997 - New York, New York - The Concert for RAINN
September 16, 2017 - Frankfurt, Germany
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