Deprivation Is The Mother Of Poetry.

We're In A World Where There's Famine And Hunger And People Are Dodging Bullets And Having Their Nails Pulled Out In Dungeons So It's Very Hard For Me To Place Any High Value On The Work That I Do To Write A Song. Yeah, I Work Hard But Compared To What?

Everybody Knows That You've Been Faithful, Give Or Take A Night Or Two.

Love Is Not A Victory March

I Have Tried In My Way To Be Free.

Follow Me, The Wise Man Said, But He Walked Behind.