Sundown, Yellow Moon, I Replay The Past

In My Childhood Everything You Heard, You Could Imagine What It Looked Like. Even Singers That I Would Hear On The Radio, I Couldn't See What They Looked Like, So I Imagined What They Looked Like. What They Were Wearing. What Their Movements Were. Gene Vincent? When I First Pictured Him, He Was A Tall, Lanky Blond-haired Guy.

Nothing Can Affect My Voice, It's So Bad.

I Consider Myself A Poet First And A Musician Second. I Live Like A Poet And I'll Die Like A Poet.

What Drives Me To You, Drives Me Insane.

It Takes A Lot To Laugh, It Takes A Train To Cry