The Difficult I'll Do Right Now. The

I Don't Think I'm Singing. I Feel Like I'm Playing A Horn...what Comes Out Is What I Feel.

A Kiss That Is Never Tasted, Is Forever And Ever Wasted.

Lust May Be In The Heart, Though It Be Not Seen By Others; As Guests May Be In The House, Though They Look Not Out At The Windows.

When You Sing, Always Tell The Truth.

The Blues To Me Is Like Being Very Sad, Very Sick, Going To Church, Being Very Happy ... It's Sort Of A Mixed Up Thing. You Just Have To Feel It.