I Don't Know How To Sell Out.

I'm Drinking Champagne, Got The Head Phones Up High, Can't Numb You Out.

I Wrote 'big Yellow Taxi' On My First Trip To Hawaii. I Took A Taxi To The Hotel And When I Woke Up The Next Morning, I Threw Back The Curtains And Saw These Beautiful Green Mountains In The Distance. Then, I Looked Down And There Was A Parking Lot As Far As The Eye Could See, And It Broke My Heart This Blight On Paradise. That's When I Sat Down And Wrote The Song.

Fame Is A Series Of Misunderstandin Gs Surrounding A Name.

The Blue Album, There’s Hardly A Dishonest Note In The Vocals. At That Period Of My Life, I Had No Personal Defenses. I Felt Like A Cellophane Wrapper On A Pack Of Cigarettes. I Felt Like I Had Absolutely No Secrets From The World And I Couldn’t Pretend In My Life To Be Strong. Or To Be Happy. But The Advantage Of It In The Music Was That There Were No Defenses There, Either.

Ask Anyone In America Where The Craziest People Live And They'll Tell You California. Ask Anyone In California Where The Craziest People Live And They'll Say Los Angeles. Ask Anyone In Los Angeles Where The Craziest People Live And They'll Tell You Hollywood. Ask Anyone In Hollywood Where The Craziest People Live And They'll Say Laurel Canyon. And Ask Anyone In Laurel Canyon Where The Craziest People Live And They'll Say Lookout Mountain. So I Bought A House On Lookout Mountain.