suffering and it's almost like they want us to suffer you know and it's like I feel like no you can be happy and make great art doesn't mean we haven't suffered in and out of this but we don't have to be miserable the whole time and you know the the quote-unquote romantic drug addict in the corner that's just like oh my god I'm dying for my art that's yeah what we don't really like

Yeah, because a lot of good music, it comes out of joy, pure joy.

Jacob and I, I bet a lot of other musicians, we have so much fun when we play music.

Exactly.

Exactly.

Don't

be so blue.

So talk about what playing saxophone, or did it influence you,

faces

With distant gay traces that used to be there You could see where they'd been washed away By too many through the day Twelve o'clock tales And

you came along with

your siren song To tempt me to madness I thought for a while that your poignant smile Was tinged with the sadness of a great love for me Oh yes, I was wrong Again, I was wrong Life is lonely Again and only last year Everything seemed so clear Now life is all full again A trough full of hearts Could only be us A week in Paris might ease the bite of it all.

I care is to smile in spite of it.

I'll forgive you, I will.

While yet you are still burning inside my brain Romances mush, stifling those who strive I live a lush life in some small dark And there I'll be while I rot with the rest of those whose lives are lonely tears.

So talk about what playing saxophone or did it influence