When Blackness Was A Virtue And The

If My Thought-dreams Could Be Seen/ They'd Probably Put My Head In A Guillotine.

Thinking Of A Series Of Dreams Where The Time And The Tempo Fly And There's No Exit In Any Direction 'cept The One That You Can't See With Your Eyes

I Play These [folk Acoustic] Concerts And I Ask Myself, 'would You Come See Me Tonight?' - And I'd Have To Answer Truthfully, 'no, I Wouldn't Come. I'd Rather Be Doin' Something Else, Really I Would. That Something Else Is Rock... The Words Are Pictures, And The Rock's Gonna Help Me Flesh Out The Colors Of The Pictures. (1965)

Don't Know Which One Is Worse, Doing Your Own Thing Or Just Being Cool.

You Don't Count The Dead, When God's On Your Side.