Everything In New Orleans Is A Good

But I Would Not Feel So All Alone, Everybody Must Get Stoned.

You Don't Write A Song To Sit There On A Page. You Write It To Sing It.

As He Weeps To Wicked Birds Of Prey, Who Pick Up On His Bread Crumb Sins, And There Are No Sins Inside The Gates Of Eden.

Thinking Of A Series Of Dreams Where The Time And The Tempo Fly And There's No Exit In Any Direction 'cept The One That You Can't See With Your Eyes

If I Made Records For My Own Pleasure, I Would Only Record Charley Patton Songs.