My Senses Have Been Stripped, My Hands

I'm Not Going To Read Any Of These Magazines. I Mean, Because They've Just Got Too Much To Lose By Printing The Truth. You Know That.

You'll Find God In The Church Of Your Choice, You'll Find Woody Guthrie In The Brooklyn State Hospital.

Folk Songs Are Evasive-the Truth About Life, And Life Is More Or Less A Lie, But Then Again That's Exactly The Way We Want It To Be. We Wouldn't Be Comfortable With It Any Other Way. A Folk Song Has Over A Thousand Faces And You Must Meet Them All If You Want To Play This Stuff. A Folk Song Might Vary In Meaning And It Might Not Appear The Same From One Moment To The Next. It Depends On Who's Playing And Who's Listening.

It's Not Dark Yet But It's Getting There

The Executioner's Face Is Always Well Hidden.