Because Elvis Gave 'em Cars, You Think

Musically, I Would Never Run Dry. Any Time I Sit Down To An Instrument, I Could Write A Song.

Once I Got The Open Tunings For Some Reason, I Began To Get The Harmonic Sophistication That I Heard That My Musical Fountain Inside Was Excited By. Once I Got Some Interesting Chords To Play With, My Writing Began To Come.

Innocence Is Drowned In Anarchy. The Best Lack Conviction Given Time To Think, And The Worst Are Full Of Passion Without Mercy.

Bob [dylan] Is Not Authentic At All. He's A Plagiarist, And His Name And Voice Are Fake. Everything About Bob Is A Deception. We Are Like Night And Day, He And I.

I Get The Urge For Going/but I Never Seem To Go.