morning found us calmly unaware

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

Most men lead lives of quiet desperation and go to the grave with the song still in them.

It’s like if I thought this pepper shaker was stupid and I said ‘man, this pepper shaker is so 16-year-old boy with a cheesy mustache.’

I asked Andrew if I could have the Klaxon’s number so I could prank call them, and he said ‘give me 24 hours.’

All of these fish are really psychedelic… and they don’t even know it.

It was our last show after like 17 months, we wanted it to be this celebratory hippie festival, everyone’s hugging koalas. The one koala that was there was asleep and very lethargic the whole time…which I guess is very characteristic of koalas in general.

I think we’re naturally psychedelic. We were born slightly psychedelic. For better or for worse.

To be honest, we kind of feel a little bit out of touch with what is going on now. We’re in our own little sphere of what we think is cool, and I don’t think it’s necessarily what most people think is cool.

It’s the internet these days.. And some of these sites are so vulgar! I spent 5 hours on one, yesterday..

Mental toughness isn’t genetic- it’s honed through experience.

I have no special talent. I am only passionately curious.

We’ve gotten a clear picture of who our, like cool hardcore fans are and It’s a really cool group of people.