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Of all the girls I ever knew
some loved and some denied me
And all the words I ever said
have been no use to hide me
And all the songs I ever sung
each one of them untied me
And all the girls I ever loved
have left themselves inside me.
Jimi Hendrix played loud and free, Sergeant Pepper was real to me.
All those people who go to NASCAR and sing country & western songs and live in Tennessee, they totally ignore me, they don't come to my shows, I just don't exist for them and they don't exist for me.
She doesn't give you time for questions as she locks up your arms in hers. And you follow till your sense of direction completely disappears.
Do you remember the church across the sands? You stood outside and planned to travel the lands, where the pilgrims go. So you packed your world up inside a canvas sack, set off down the highway with your rings and Kerouac. Someone said they saw you in Nepal a long time back. Tell me why you look away, don't you have a word to say?
You can tell sometimes when someone wants to say something. An air wave goes bendy and that pause gets bigger and bigger.
There's room in the world for one historical folk-rock singer to make a decent living, and I happen to be it.
Words are my friends.
She comes out of the sun in a silk dress, running like a water color in the rain.
Look to the past and remember no empire rises that sooner or later won't fall.
Looking so cool, his greed is hard to conceal, he's fresh out of law school, you gave him a license to steal.
Whoever you pretend to be, you must face yourself eventually.
I know there's a big bad world out there, but I rarely come across it.
Only two to three per cent of an audience is interested in words and pays attention to lyrics; most of the rest of it is about image or the beat or the sound, or else it's a tribal thing - country & western, rap, heavy metal, with historical folk rock off in some kind of cult.
Louis Armstrong playing trumpet on the Judgment Day.
The literati in their cellarsPerform semantic tarantellas.I wish I did it half as well as them.
We measure our days out in steps of uncertainty not turning to see how far we've come. And peer down the highway from here to eternity and reach out for love on the run.
Nothing that's forced can ever be right, if it doesn't come naturally, leave it.
You reach out your hand, but you're all alone, in those time passages.
The evening sings in a voice of amber, the dawn is surely coming.
