Acid, Booze, And Ass, Needles, Guns, And

I Still Believe In The Power Of The Word, That Words Inspire.

I Assume There Must Be Some Kind Of Genetic Thrust. My Two Grandmothers Were Very Different, But Both Of Them Were Frustrated Musicians.

Chase Away The Demons, And They Will Take The Angels With Them.

People Used To Say Nobody Can Sing My Songs But Me, They're Too Personal.

The Only Thing I Have To Give To Make You Smile, To Win You With, Are All The Mornings Still To Live.