You'll Find God In The Church Of

Let Us Not Talk Falsely Now, The Hour Is Getting Late.

She Can Play My Guitar Note For Note, She Likes To Stick Her Tongue Down My Throat.

I Just Wanted A Song To Sing, And There Came A Point Where I Couldn't Sing Anything...nobo Dy Else Was Writing What I Wanted To Sing. I Couldn't Find It Anywhere. If I Could I Probably Would Never Have Started Writing.

People Have Different Emotional Levels. Especially When You're Young. Back Then I Guess Most Of My Influences Could Be Thought Of As Eccentric. Mass Media Had No Overwhelming Reach So I Was Drawn To The Traveling Performers Passing Through.

Any Real Bob Dylan Fan Would Sleep With Jonah Lehrer.