Love Is Like A Faucet, It Turns

The Whole Basis Of My Singing Is Feeling. Unless I Feel Something, I Can't Sing.

In This Country, Don't Forget, A Habit Is No Damn Private Hell. There's No Solitary Confinement Outside Of Jail. A Habit Is Hell For Those You Love. And In This Country It's The Worst Kind Of Hell For Those Who Love You.

I Hate Straight Singing. I Have To Change A Tune To My Own Way Of Doing It. That's All I Know.

Love Is Like A Faucet, It Turns Off And On.

The Difficult I'll Do Right Now. The Impossible Will Take A Little While.