Love Is A Burning Thing And It

It's Like A Novelist Writing Far Out Things. If It Makes A Point And Makes Sense, Then People Like To Read That. But If It's Off In Left Field And Goes Over The Edge, You Lose It. The Same With Musical Talent, I Think.

I Wear The Black For The Poor And The Beaten Down, Livin’ In The Hopeless, Hungry Side Of Town.

Death And Hell Are Never Full, And Neither Are Men's Eyes.

Rick Rubin Said, Well, I Don't Know That We Will Sell Records. He Said, I Would Like You To Go With Me And Sit In My Living Room With A Guitar And Two Microphones And Just Sing To Your Heart's Content Everything You Ever Wanted To Record. I Said, That Sounds Good To Me. So I Did That. And Day After Day, Three Weeks, I Sang For Him.

He Drank His First Strong Liquor Then To Calm His Shaking Hand, And Tried To Tell Himself At Last He Had Become A Man.