Musicians From Montreal

"There is a house built out of stone Wooden floors, walls and window sills Tables and chairs worn by all of the dust This is a place where I don't feel alone This is a place where I feel at home"

"Out in the garden where we planted the seeds There is a tree as old as me Branches were sewn by the color of green Ground had arose and passed it's knees By the cracks of the skin I climbed to the top I climbed the tree to see the world When the gusts came around to blow me down I held on as tightly as you held onto me"

"And now, it's time to leave and turn to dust"

"In Hollywood I would have found the last teapot and it would be falling off the shelf in slow motion and I would have dove and caught it and we would have walked away in slow motion with you know, hands in the air, high fiving each other."

"Art doesn't always mirror life and life's hard sometimes."

"Busy day, lots going on and for the last interview I decided, you know, to flirt with the microphone."

"Nothing says inspiration like a plane flying over your head while you're playing."

"Lesson one: If you're ever in a beautiful cathedral, take your hat off!"

"Available online"

"You get bored on the road and even a bottle, of water can be fun, if you're bored enough."

"So after Humpfest 06, it was time to play our rock show."

"I feel like Ashton Kutcher on Punk'd!"

"Now there's no *beeping* way in hell I'm gonna go over because I'm a little afraid of animals."

"Just when you think that you thought that the guys in Billy Talent partied and did coke and had sex with all these hookers, we actually talk about architecture and, eh...history."

"Well what else do you do when you're in jolly old England than go on a search for a teapot?"

"Fuck the Da Vinci Code! It's the teapot code."