Steal A Little And They Throw You

There's Not Even Room Enough To Be Anywhere/it's Not Dark Yet, But It's Getting There.../i Was Born Here And I'll Die Here Against My Will/i Know It Looks Like I'm Moving, But I'm Standing Still.

Don't Ask Me Nothing About Nothing, I Just Might Tell You The Truth

In Harmony With Cosmic Sea, True Love Needs No Company. It Can Cure The Soul, It Can Make It Whole, If Dogs Run Free.

Music Can Save People, But It Can't In The Commercial Way It's Being Used. It's Just Too Much. It's Pollution.

Folk Music Is A Bunch Of Fat People.