Behind Every Beautiful Thing, There's Some Kind

I Play These [folk Acoustic] Concerts And I Ask Myself, 'would You Come See Me Tonight?' - And I'd Have To Answer Truthfully, 'no, I Wouldn't Come. I'd Rather Be Doin' Something Else, Really I Would. That Something Else Is Rock... The Words Are Pictures, And The Rock's Gonna Help Me Flesh Out The Colors Of The Pictures. (1965)

Yesterday's Just A Memory, Tomorrow Is Never What It's Supposed To Be.

At Times In My Life The Only Place I Have Been Happy Is When I Am On Stage.

New York Was A City Where You Could Be Frozen To Death In The Midst Of A Busy Street And Nobody Would Notice.

Businessmen, They Drink My Wine, Plowmen Dig My Earth. None Of Them Along The Line Know What Any Of It Is Worth.