New York Was A City Where You

Everything In New Orleans Is A Good Idea.

I'm Mortified To Be On The Stage, But Then Again, It's The Only Place Where I'm Happy.

...how Many Times Must The Cannon Balls Fly Before They're Forever Banned?

Popular Music Had Never Had Lyrical Sophistication Of This Type [like Bob Dylan]; Wit, To Be Sure, But "darkness At The Break Of Noon/shadows Even The Silver Spoon/the Handmade Blade, The Child's Balloon/eclipses Both The Sun And Moon/to Understand You Know Too Soon/ There Is No Sense In Trying"? No.

I'm Not A Folk-singer. I Just Sing A Certain Place.