Oh, I Am A Lonely Painter /

In Some Ways, My Gift For Music And Writing Was Born Out Of Tragedy, Really, And Loss.

Rolling Stone Hates Me. They Must Have An Editorial Policy To Do Me In For Many Years.

I Was Young For My Age. Not As Naïve As They Expected. I Don't Know Why I Seem To Bring That Out In People.

Love Is A Very Hard Feeling To Keep Alive. It's A Very Fragile Plant.

You Wake Up One Day And Suddenly Realize That Your Youth Is Behind You, Even Though You're Still Young At Heart.