Brandon Boyd
Lead vocalist of the American rock band Incubus.
I have an open-door policy when it comes to blame.
I've been thinking of combustication as a welcome vacation from the burdens of planet Earth - like gravity, hypocrisy, the perils of being in 3-D, and thinking so much differently.
I'm not an alarmist, but someone should break the glass, and pull that red T-Lever down!
You think that you're on the brink? The shit hasn't even begun to hit the fan.
If you let them make you,
They'll make you paper mache.
At a distance, you're strong, until the wind comes
Then you crumble and blow away.
If you really want to live, why not try and make yourself?
I marvel at the stars, and feel my heart overflow.
Songs of liberation echo from the dust.
Girl, it's time we met and made a mess.
When we get there,
We're going to fly so far away
Making sure to laugh while we experience
Anti-gravity.
You act as if there's blinders on your eyes!
What I'm looking for cannot be sold to me.
I need a map of your head, translated into English, so I can learn to not make you frown.
"I was in a bookstore, browsing through an old Life magazine, when I saw a picture of what the article called spontaneous human combustion. There were an old guy's legs and shoes, perfectly intact...then, right around his knee area, was just a pile of charred ashes. I was going through some turmoil in my life, both good and bad, and the image struck a chord, so...I wrote a song about it."
You're so much more endearing with the sound turned off.
Get out from under precipice and see the sky.
To get their attention, start lobbing the light grenades (That burst and blind them with the truth! An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth!)
Temporaryism has been the Black Plague and the Jesus of our age.
"When we're making music together, it's like five men making love-in a very platonic sense. It's very erotic, because your spirits are intermingling, you're becoming one. It's also why it can get so heated. You're tapping into this electricity that's very primal."
Your tangerine of electricity is ripe and on a vine!