From the Book - First edition.
It's Not Horrible, but I'm Stoned
Our Little Communist Commune
For Forty Thousand Dollars, We Could Make a Record and You Can Spend the Money on Hamburgers, Guns, Pot, a Van
We Had This Vibration Around the Band
You Had This Great Art School and Clubs Willing to Try Anything to Sell Beer
It Was Fun, but Kind of Demented
It Was Almost Like a Vow to Poverty
Hit the Record Button and Get Out of the Way
The Bus Broke Down and I Got Off
This Was Our Hangout. You Could Rip Lines in There! You Could Smoke a Bong!
Everybody Had Just Done a Marathon and My Guys Were Up There Swilling Jack, Smoking Cigarettes
We Were an Alternative to the Alternatives
They're Playing Songs That Were Not of the Time
We All Had Bands and This Punk Sort of "Fuck You" Attitude
The Gossip on This Band Was Like Wildfire
But Do You Really Want to Be a Rock and Roll Hotel?
An Oasis For All These Artists to Come and Have a Family
If I Can Drink More Tequila Shots Than You, We're Going to Push the Spin Doctors
An Emaciated Third-World Exodus, Run By a Few Homeless People and Coyotes
This Is the Shit. This Is It. This Is What We Need to Do
Who the Hell Let John Ride a Motorcycle?
I Walked Out of There, Stepped into a U-Haul, and Drove
A Late Breakfast and Scotch
I Should Have Had More Class
This Is the Ultimate Wake and Bake Record
Well, I Think Our Master Tapes Are Going to Be Thrown Into the Mississippi River
Things Got Weird Very Quickly
Oh Shit, This Is My Time!
We Sure Enjoyed Selling a Ton of Records and Making a Boatload of Money
We Really Went Off the Rails
We Were Just These Hippies, Running Around Half Naked or Sometimes Fully Naked
The DJs Always Knocked Us Out Cold
Everything Started to Cross Over
It Was Another Thing to Commune With Real Musicians
No Offense to You, but I'm Going for It
A Rite of Passage to Becoming Royalty in Town
Our Clubhouse in the Jungle
That Kind of Touring Ages You
We've Been a Volatile Band Since Day Fucking One
He Had to Whip Us Like a Rented Mule
I Wouldn't Say Lawless, But You Could Do What You Wanted Here
It Took So Much to Have My Shit Together
We Need a Pie Baked by Someone's Grandma
Hanging Around Long Enough That I Became Useful, I Guess
Why Don't We Do It As Far Away As Humanly Possible
Something Big As Stravinsky but Euphoric As Little Fluffy Clouds
It Feels Like a Blur to Me
A Lot of Guys, Their Whole Life Has Been a Mess Because They Can't Stop Playing Music
Just Do It So We Can Get You Out of Here
We Were Like the Beverly Hillbillies on This Tour
They Thought We Were All Black
Who Are These Guys Who Promote Harder Than Anybody?
We Didn't Even Know We Were in a Tidal Wave
Nuggets! Nuggets! Nuggets!
Out of Self-Defense, Not Out of Any Real Genius Plan
You're Too Crazy to Be the Headliner
We Were Nowhere Near There When the Shit Hit the Fan
That's the Moment and That's Where It Lives.
