Rejection from ourselves, will only lead to reflection in the peace and quietnThe sooner we quit trying to find the sound, the sooner we’ll find ourselves instead.nnSuffering the pains taken, dwelling in the pain of creation.nFor the artist’s mistakes, stare him in the face for years after, they are made.nnTo love music more than life itself, is such a waste, of life, and love, and hell.nModern desires to create euphoric misery we make for ourselves.nnFor modern music is self-indulgent, we have always done it for ourselves.nFor it is not a matter of life and death, but life only and itself.nnTo live is to light a torch and carry it as far as you can go,nBefore the winds blow so hard, the flame goes outnAs you fall crashing down, to the snow.nKnowing at least that when you fail,nSomeone could relight that torchnAnd carry it the rest of the way, someday,nIn your honour of you and who you were to themnnIt’s never too late to admit you were wrong. It’s never to late to admit what you need.n…Beautiful to have come, and beautiful to see, but also beautiful to leave.nnTo anyone who ever said: “You’ll never work in this town again!”…nThere is nothing more you can take from us now. This is the end…‘my friend’.nnThe dream is dead!!! (The dream is dead!)nThe scene is dead!!! (The scene is dead!)nThe dream is dead!!! (Long live the dream!)nThe dream is dead!