My Love ,she Speaks Like Silence, Without

Mama's In The Factory, She Ain't Got No Shoes. Daddy's In The Alley, He's Looking For Food.

The Truth Was Obscure, Too Profound And Too Pure, To Live It You Had To Explode

You Have To Look At Every One Of Your Songs And Be Able To Identify With Them In A Meaningful Way. You Can Hardly Sing Your Songs Unless You're In Them. If You Want To Fake It, Go Ahead. Fake It If You Want. But I'm Not That Kind Of Singer.

Stay Free Of Petty Jealousies, Live By No Man's Code, And Hold Your Judgment For Yourself, Lest You Wind Up On This Road.

Look, You Know I Don't Wanna Come On Ungrateful, But That Warren Report, You Know As Well As Me, Just Didn't Make It. You Know, Like They Might As Well Have Asked Some Banana Salesman From Des Moines, Who Was Up In Toronto On The Big Day, If He Saw Anyone Around Looking Suspicious/.