Whaddya want? I don't have money, I need money.
Ha. No story. I'm storyless.
My mom's gone. My dad’s dead. Yada-yada.
That's it. Sorry kid.
I play the flute because it's the one thing that's got my name on it. Mine.
I hang from the telephone wires because I won't commit to death, but I’ll flirt with her, ya know?
When I’m upside down, piping melodies, that’s joy.
I make music for the people. They need a soundtrack to their stories.
Kid, I'm storyless: I do whatever the hell I want.