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My Mother Was A Gypsy, And She Had A Lot Of Dark Blood In Her, And Her Hair Was Very, Very Thick - She Couldn't Even Get A Brush Through It. So I Have Been Very Fortunate. And Every Time I Go To Cut It Off, Hairdressers Refuse To Do It.

I'm So Aware Of The Fact That If I Hadn't Taken The Chances That I've Taken Along The Line, I Probably Wouldn't Be Getting The Best Out Of My Voice Anymore, I Might Have Messed It Up In That Awful, Predictable Place.

Does Anyone Remember Laughter?

It's A Shame To See These Young Chicks Bungle Their Lives Away In A Flurry And Rush To Compete With What Was In The Old Days The Goodtime Relationships We Had With The Gtos And People Like That. When It Came To Looning, They Could Give Us As Much Of A Looning As We Could Give Them. It's A Shame, Really.

You Have Nothing. One Should Never Allow Themselves To Think That They Have, One Can Just Touch - To Have Is To Lack Appreciation, To Touch Is To Want To Touch Again.