My Songs Always Sound A Lot Better

He's Hell Bent For Destruction, He's Afraid And Confused, And His Brain Has Been Mismanaged With Great Skill.

You Learn From A Conglomeration Of The Incredible Past - Whatever Experience Gotten In Any Way Whatsoever.

Forget The Dead You've Left, They Will Not Follow You.

Someone Handed Me Mexico City Blues In St. Paul [minnesota] In 1959 And It Blew My Mind. It Was The First Poetry That Spoke My Own Language.

Money Doesn't Talk, It Swears.