You Have To Learn To Get Up

I Do Love To Sing Jacques Brel Songs, Intensely. I Get Terribly Excited, Just By Reading A Couple Of Lines In Any One Of His Songs.

I Made Wine From The Lilac Tree/put My Heart In Its Recipe/it Makes Me See What I Want To See/and Be What I Want To Be

You Don't Have To Live Next To Me / Just Give Me My Equality.

Every Day Has Its Emotional Difficulties. I Miss My Mother Whether I'm Singing Her Music Or Not.

How Do You Explain What It Feels Like To Get On The Stage And Make Poetry That You Know Sinks Into The Hearts And Souls Of People Who Are Unable To Express It