I'm Not A Folk-singer. I Just Sing

I Never Could Guess Your Weight, Baby.

My Songs Always Sound A Lot Better In Person Than They Do On The Record.

The Ghosts Race Towards The Light, You Can Almost Hear The Heavy Breathing Spirits, All Determined To Get Somewhere. New Orleans, Unlike A Lot Of Places You Go Back To And That Don't Have The Magic Anymore, Still Has Got It. Night Can Swallow You Up, Yet None Of It Touches You. You Can't See It, But You Know It's Here. Somebody's Always Sinking.

I Change During The Course Of A Day. I Wake And I'm One Person, And When I Go To Sleep I Know For Certain I'm Somebody Else.

Chaos Is A Friend Of Mine.