I'm Gonna Live Till I Die.

People Who Make A Living Off Other People's Fortunes Or Misfortunes Are Parasites.

You Are The Promised Kiss Of Springtime That Makes The Lonely Winter Seem Long. You Are The Breathless Hush Of Evening That Trembles On The Brink Of A Lovely Song.

Most Of What Has Been Written About Me Is One Big Blur, But I Do Remember Being Described In One Simple Word That I Agree With. It Was In A Piece That Tore Me Apart For My Personal Behavior, But The Writer Said That When The Music Began And I Started To Sing, I Was "honest."

I'm For Whatever Gets You Through The Night

All Day Long, They Lie In The Sun, And When The Sun Goes Down, They Lie Some More.