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The Only Thing I Have To Give To Make You Smile, To Win You With, Are All The Mornings Still To Live.

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I Got In Before Soho Was Soho. It Was Just Little Italy When I Was In There. It's Still Off The Touristy Track. It's Just Away From The Saturday Action, The Crowds And Everything. It's Too Expensive. It's Insane. You've Got To Be A Billionaire To Live On Manhattan Now.

I'm A Painter First, And A Musician Second.

I Was Demanding Of Myself A Deeper And Greater Honesty, More And More Revelation In My Work In Order To Give It Back To The People Where It Goes Into Their Lives And Nourishes Them And Changes Their Direction And Makes Light Bulbs Go Off In Their Head And Makes Them Feel. And It Isn't Vague, It Strikes Against The Very Nerves Of Their Life And In Order To Do That You Have To Strike Against The Very Nerves Of Your Own.

Applause, Applause, Life Is Our Cause.

I Loved Debussy, Stravinsky, Chopin, Tchaikovsky, Anything With Romantic Melodies, Especially The Nocturnes. Nietzsche Was A Hero, Especially With Thus Spoke Zarathustra. He Gets A Bad Rap; Hes Very Misunderstood. Hes A Maker Of Individuals, And He Was A Teacher Of Teachers.

Love Is A Very Hard Feeling To Keep Alive. It's A Very Fragile Plant.

Back Then, I Didn't Have A Big Organization Around Me. I Was Just A Kid With A Guitar, Traveling Around. My Responsibility Basically Was To The Art, And I Had Extra Time On My Hands. There Is No Extra Time Now. There Isn't Enough Time.

You Have This Mounting Aggressive Ignorance With The Rabbit's Foot Of Their Particular Religion. You Don't Really Have Any Kind Of Spiritual Law, Just A Kind Of A Rabid Mental Illness. The Songs Are A Little Slice Of Life.

Freedom To Me Is A Luxury Of Being Able To Follow The Path Of The Heart, To Keep The Magic In Your Life. Freedom Is Necessary For Me In Order To Create, And If I Cannot Create I Don’t Feel Alive.

My Style Of Songwriting Is Influenced By Cinema. I'm A Frustrated Filmmaker. A Fan Once Said To Me, 'girl, You Make Me See Pictures In My Head!' And I Took That As A Great Compliment. That's Exactly My Intention.

I'm Irresponsible To My Career In Order To Paint. Because Painting Is Obsessive. I Forget To Eat. I Forget To Sleep.

Because I'm So Busy And Because I Think Of Myself As A Painter, I Desperately Guard The Time That I Have To Paint. And Sometimes I'm Irresponsible To My Career In Order To Paint. Because Painting Is Obsessive. I Forget To Eat. I Forget To Sleep.

People Were Very Protective Of Me. Overly So. I Was In The Industry For A Long Time Before I Had Any Idea Of What Drugs People Were Doing.

People Will Tell You Were They Have Gone, They'll Tell You Where To Go, But Until You Get There For Yourself You Never Really Know.

I Am As Constant As A Northern Star

White Rhythm Is Waltzes, Marches, And The Polka. In Africa, Rhythm Is Used For A Celebratory Groove, But White Rhythm Doesn't Have Such An Enormous Vocabulary Of Spirits. It's Basically Militant.

Inside Your Own Self Pity There You Swim, In Sinking Down To Drown Her Voice Still Haunts You, And Only With Your Laughter Can You Win.

The God Of The Old Testament Is The Depiction Of Evil.

When I Think Of Your Kisses My Mind See-saws.

I Have Always Thought Of Myself As A Painter Derailed By Circumstance.

There Was This Mountain Village In Russia Where My Music Was Getting In On Some German Radio Station. I Remember This Because Music Used To Get Up To Saskatchewan From Texas. Late At Night After The Local Station Closed Down.

All Romantics Meet The Same Fate Some Day. Drunk And Cynical And Boring Someone In Some Dark Cafe.

I Like My Freedom. I Like To Do My Own Grocery Shopping. People Do Recognize You. They Are Kind Of Shocked. Some People Like It. It Makes Them Feel At Ease. It Confirms Their Hopes That You Are In Fact Similar To Them.

Musically, I Would Never Run Dry. Any Time I Sit Down To An Instrument, I Could Write A Song.

You've Got To Shake Your Fists At Lightning Now, You've Got To Roar Like Forest Fire You've Got To Spread Your Light Like Blazes All Across The Sky They're Going To Aim The Hoses On You, Show 'em You Won't Expire Not Till You Burn Up Every Passion, Not Even When You Die Come On Now, You've Got To Try, If You're Feeling Contempt, Well Then You Tell It If You're Tired Of The Silent Night, Jesus, Well Then You Yell It Condemned To Wires And Hammers, Strike Every Chord That You Feel That Broken Trees And Elephant Ivories Conceal

With A Painting, You Don't Have To Go Back And Paint It Again.

Ira Gershwin, Shame On Him. I Mean, Some Of The Writing.

When The World Becomes A Massive Mess With Nobody At The Helm, It's Time For Artists To Make Their Mark.

At The Point Where I'm Trying To Force Something And It's Not Happening, And I'm Getting Frustrated With, Say, Writing A Poem, I Can Go And Pick Up The Brushes And Start Painting. At The Point Where The Painting Seems To Not Be Going Anywhere, I Go And Pick Up The Guitar.

I'm Drinking Champagne, Got The Head Phones Up High, Can't Numb You Out.

Everybody's Saying Hell's The Hippest Way To Go. Well, I Don't Think So, But I'm Gonna Take A Look Around It Though.

I Lost My Daughter At 21. I Had To Give Her Up Because I Was Broke, No Place To Take Her, No Money To Take Her. That Was Very Traumatic.

I Still Believe In The Power Of The Word, That Words Inspire.

I Believe That I Am Male And I Am Female.

We Love Our Lovin'....but Not Like We Love Our Freedom.

The Pirate He Will Sink You With A Kiss, He'll Steal Your Heart And Sail Away.

Rolling Stone Hates Me. They Must Have An Editorial Policy To Do Me In For Many Years.

Yesterday A Child Came Out To Wonder Caught A Dragonfly Inside A Jar Fearful When The Sky Was Full Of Thunder And Tearful At The Falling Of A Star

The Songwriting Was Almost Like Something I Did While I Was Waiting For My Daughter To Come Back.

Van Gogh Was Impulsive.

I'm A Very Analytical Person, A Somewhat Introspective Person; That's The Nature Of The Work I Do.

I Thrive On Change. That's Probably Why My Chord Changes Are Weird, Because Chords Depict Emotions. They'll Be Going Along On One Key And I'll Drop Off A Cliff, And Suddenly They Will Go Into A Whole Other Key Signature. That Will Drive Some People Crazy, But That's How My Life Is.

I Try Not To Steal From Myself, But The Modalities Create Similarities.

The Considerations Of A Corporation, Especially Now, Have Nothing To Do With Art Or Music.

I Certainly Don't Want To Be An Angry Old Artist.

Heart And Humor And Humility, He Said Will Lighten Up Your Heavy Load.

I Know My Generation - A Lot Of Them, They're Getting Old Now, And They Want To Think Back Fondly, They Want To Kid Themselves. A Lot Of Them Think, 'yeah, We Were The Best.' That's The Kiss Of Death. That's Non-growth. And Also That's Very Bad For The World.

I See Bodies As Individual Things.

I Wrote 'big Yellow Taxi' On My First Trip To Hawaii. I Took A Taxi To The Hotel And When I Woke Up The Next Morning, I Threw Back The Curtains And Saw These Beautiful Green Mountains In The Distance. Then, I Looked Down And There Was A Parking Lot As Far As The Eye Could See, And It Broke My Heart This Blight On Paradise. That's When I Sat Down And Wrote The Song.

When The Spirit Of Child's Play Enters Into The Creative Process, It's A Wonderful Force And Something To Be Nurtured.

I'm A Fine Artist Working In A Commercial Arena, So That's My Cross To Bear

Fear Is Like The Wilderland - Stepping Stones Or Sinking Sand

Stepping Stones

I Sang In Art School, Just To Get Money To Smoke.

The Rock & Roll Industry Is Very Incestuous, And We Have All Been Close At One Time Or Another. A Lot Of Beautiful Music And A Lot Of Beautiful Times Came From That. A Lot Of Pain, Too, Because, Inevitably, Different Relationships Broke Up.

I Hang My Laundry On The Line When I Write.

He Saw My Complications And He Mirrored Me Back Simplified, And We Laughed How Our Perfect World Would Always Be Denied.

And The Seasons They Go 'round And 'round And The Painted Ponies Go Up And Down We're Captive On The Carousel Of Time We Can't Return We Can Only Look Behind From Where We Came And Go Round And Round And Round In The Circle Game.

I Like To Move Around. I Travel. I've Driven Across Country By Myself.

I Can't Remember Anything I Ever Wrote.

I Didn't Think I Had Much Of A Following In The South. I Thought I Was Anonymous Down There So I Kept To The South. But I Found In Certain Pockets That I Was Quite Recognizable And I Just Hit A Wig Store.

I See The Entire World As Eden, And Every Time You Take An Inch Of It Away, You Must Do So With Respect.

Once I Got The Open Tunings For Some Reason, I Began To Get The Harmonic Sophistication That I Heard That My Musical Fountain Inside Was Excited By. Once I Got Some Interesting Chords To Play With, My Writing Began To Come.

It's In My Stars To Invent; I Was Born On Madame Curie's Birthday. I Have This Need For Originals, For Innovation. That's Why I Like Charlie Parker.

We'll Laugh And Toast To Nothing, And Smash Our Empty Glasses Down.

The Only Thing I Have To Give To Make You Smile, To Win You With, Are All The Mornings Still To Live.

We're Captive On The Carousel Of Time, We Can't Return We Can Only Look Behind.

I Don't Like Being Too Looked Up At Or Too Looked Down On. I Prefer Meeting In The Middle To Being Worshipped Or Spat Out.

Will You Take Me As I Am? Strung Out On Another Man...california, I'm Comin' Home.

I Could Drink A Case Of You, Darlin'...and I Would Still Be On My Feet, Yes I Would Still Be On My Feet.

People Used To Say Nobody Can Sing My Songs But Me, They're Too Personal.

I Could Drink A Case Of You.

There'll Be Icicles And Birthday Clothes And Sometimes There'll Be Sorrow

Augustine, Anne Sexton And Sylvia Plath Are Confessional Writers And All Three Make Me Sick. I Have Nothing In Common With Them.

My Heart Is Broken In The Face Of The Stupidity Of My Species.

Oh, I Am A Lonely Painter / I Live In A Box Of Paints.

My Goal As A Writer Is More To Comfort Than To Disturb.

The Coming Of The Kids Hasn't Come Out In My Art Yet.

Won't You Stay We'll Put On The Day And We'll Talk In Present Tenses

In A Pure Anonymous Encounter You Find A World Alive And Full Of Character. In New York, The Street Adventures Are Incredible. There Are A Thousand Stories In A Single Block. You See The Stories In People's Faces. You Hear The Songs Immediately. Here, In Los Angeles, There Are Fewer Characters Because They Are All Inside Automobiles.

Depression Can Be The Sand That Makes The Pearl. Most Of My Best Work Came Out Of It.

I See Music As Fluid Architecture.

I Live In A Box Of Paints I'm Frightened By The Devil And I'm Drawn To Those Ones That Ain't Afraid

I Liked Playing In Small Clubs. I Really Liked Holding The Attention Of Thirty Or Forty People. I Never Liked The Roar Of The Big Crowd.

She'll Prophesy Your Death. She Won't Say When.

I Heard Someone From The Music Business Saying They Are No Longer Looking For Talent, They Want People With A Certain Look And A Willingness To Cooperate. I Thought, That's Interesting, Because I Believe A Total Unwillingness To Cooperate Is What Is Necessary To Be An Artist — Not For Perverse Reasons, But To Protect Your Vision. The Considerations Of A Corporation, Especially Now, Have Nothing To Do With Art Or Music. That's Why I Spend My Time Now Painting.

Daydreamin' Drugs The Pain Of Living.

I Always Thought The Women Of Song Don't Get Along, And I Don't Know Why That Is.

An Unhappy Mother Does Not Raise A Happy Child.

I Used To Be Monastic, Almost. Now I'm Like A Tibetan That Has Discovered Hamburgers And Television. I'm Catching Up On Americana.

Heaven's Full Of Astronauts And The Lord's On Death Row.

Americans Have Decided To Be Stupid And Shallow Since 1980.

I Don't Like To Make Fluffy Little Songs, But Now I Want To Make Some Light Songs.

I Learned From Admiration And Osmosis.

You Dont Know What You Got Till Its Gone

Ask Anyone In America Where The Craziest People Live And They'll Tell You California. Ask Anyone In California Where The Craziest People Live And They'll Say Los Angeles. Ask Anyone In Los Angeles Where The Craziest People Live And They'll Tell You Hollywood. Ask Anyone In Hollywood Where The Craziest People Live And They'll Say Laurel Canyon. And Ask Anyone In Laurel Canyon Where The Craziest People Live And They'll Say Lookout Mountain. So I Bought A House On Lookout Mountain.

We Are Stardust, We Are Golden And We've Got To Get Ourselves Back To The Garden.

I Find A Lot Of Poetry To Be Narcissistic.

My Life Came Down To Being A Granny And Watching A Lot Of Television.

Drag Wasn't Always Counterculture.

Sex Sells Everything And Sex Kills.

When I Began Experimenting, People Weren't Ready For It. Once It's In Its Second And Third Generational Stages, People Can Accept It.

The Blue Album, There’s Hardly A Dishonest Note In The Vocals. At That Period Of My Life, I Had No Personal Defenses. I Felt Like A Cellophane Wrapper On A Pack Of Cigarettes. I Felt Like I Had Absolutely No Secrets From The World And I Couldn’t Pretend In My Life To Be Strong. Or To Be Happy. But The Advantage Of It In The Music Was That There Were No Defenses There, Either.

I'm Not A Pitiable Creature. It's Just That I Suffer Very Eloquently.

Edith Piaf Knocked My Socks Off When I Was 8, But I Didn't Know What She Was Singing About.

I Get The Urge For Going/but I Never Seem To Go.

During Times Like These, The Wise Are Influential.

Times Like These

You Snipe So Steady, You Snub So Snide, So Rip And Ready To Diminish And Deride.

Love Is Touching Souls.

Not To Dismiss Gershwin, But Gershwin Is The Chip; Ellington Was The Block.

Let Light Hearts Remake Us.

I Dreamed I Saw The Bombers Riding Shot Gun In The Sky And They Were Turning Into Butterflies Above Our Nation.

But Now It's Just Another Show, You Leave Em Laughing When You Go. And If You Care, Don't Let Them Know, Don't Give Yourself Away.

My Parents Told Me I'd Point To A Bed Of Flowers And Say 'pink. Pretty,' Before I Knew Any Other Words.

Fly Silly Sea Bird, No Dreams Can Possess You, No Voices Can Blame You For Sun On Your Wings.

I Didn't Like The Sound Of People Gasping At The Mere Mention Of My Name. It Horrified Me...

Happiness Is The Best Facelift.

Buddy Holly And The Early Rock 'n' Roll Was No Lighter Than The Way I Play. It's Very Minimal.

You Could Write A Song About Some Kind Of Emotional Problem You Are Having, But It Would Not Be A Good Song, In My Eyes, Until It Went Through A Period Of Sensitivity To A Moment Of Clarity. Without That Moment Of Clarity To Contribute To The Song, It's Just Complaining.

A Little Lawyer On The Tube, He Said, Its So Easy Now, Anyone Can Sue.

I Was Anti-intellectual To The Nth. Basically I Liked To Dance And Paint, And That Was About It.

I'm Not A Kiss-and-teller. I Never Named Names.

I'm A Method Actress In My Songs, Which Is Why It's Hard To Sing Them.

Eventually, With Success, I Started To Feel More And More Isolated - Like I Didn't Have A Community Of Artists.

Nobody Understood The Reoccurring Dream, But After September 11, When We Were Coerced To Do A National Duty And Go Out And Shop, Surely People Could Begin To See What I Was Getting At.

I Don't Understand Why Europeans And South Americans Can Take More Sophistication. Why Is It That Americans Need To Hear Their Happiness Major And Their Tragedy Minor, And As Jazzy As They Can Handle Is A Seventh Chord? Are They Not Experiencing Complex Emotions?

If You See Yourself As A Kingly Type, Then You Need Your Serfs And Your Army And So On Around You.

For The First Time In My Career, I'm Working In A Fine-arts Arena, So I'm Finally Getting Some Intelligent Reviews.

I Come From Pioneer Stock, Developers Of The West, People Who Went Out Into The Wilderness And Set Up Home With Nothing But A Pair Of Oxen.

We Call For The Three Great Stimulants Of The Exhausted Ones, Artifice, Brutality, And Innocence.

I Create By Feeling Rather Than By Intellectualizing.

Everything Comes And Goes; Pleasure Moves On Too Early And Trouble Leaves Too Slow

I Met A Woman She Had A Mouth Like Yours She Knew Your Life She Knew Your Devils And Your Deeds And She Said "go To Him, Stay With Him If You Can But Be Prepared To Bleed

I Came Upon A Child Of God, He Was Walking Along The Road And I Asked Him, Where Are You Going And This He Told Me: "i'm Going On Down To Yasgur's Farm I'm Going To Join In A Rock 'n' Roll Band I'm Going To Camp Out On The Land, I'm Going To Try An' Get My Soul Free.

When You're Trying To Pass On The Best Of The Stuff You're Culling To What Should Be A Hungry Culture But You Have It Diminished... That's Kind Of Disappointing.

I'm Your Biggest Fan, California, I'm Coming Home

I Learned A Woman Is Never An Old Woman.

I Don't Know How To Sell Out. If I Tried To Sell Out I Don't Think I Could.

Oh, The Jealousy, The Greed Is The Unraveling. It's The Unraveling And It Undoes All The Joy That Could Be. .

Something's Lost, But Something's Gained, In Living Everyday.

In Some Ways, My Gift For Music And Writing Was Born Out Of Tragedy, Really, And Loss.

I Have An Aversion To Being Mislabeled. Here's A Label I'd Accept: I'm An 'individual.' I'm Someone Who Can't Follow, And Doesn't Want To Lead.

Laughing And Crying, You Know It's The Same Release.

In Search Of Love And Music My Whole Life Has Been Illumination Corruption And Diving, Diving, Diving, Diving, Diving Down To Pick Up Every Shiny Thing

My Childhood Was Very Difficult. I Had Every Childhood Disease And Then Some, But My Parents Didnt Mollycoddle Me. They Left Me To Fight Those Battles On My Own. I Guess That Was Very Canadian, Very Stoic. But Its Good. I Had To Become A Warrior. I Had To Give Up Hope And Find A Substitute For Hope That Would Be Far More Stable.

You Win The Lasting Laurels With Your Laughter.

Don't It Always Seem To Go, That You Don't Know What You've Got Till It's Gone.

Human Condition

I Never Loved A Man As Far As I Could Pitch My Shoe.

I Was Young For My Age. Not As Naïve As They Expected. I Don't Know Why I Seem To Bring That Out In People.

How Does A Person Create A Song? A Lot Of It Is Being Open To Encounter And To Be In Touch With The Miraculous.

I Never Really Wanted To Be A Star. I Didn't Like Entering A Room With All Eyes On Me. I Still Don't Really Like The Attention Of A Birthday Party.

Everyone I Know Has Attention Deficit, And They Say It With Great Pride. It's A Bad Time To Be Right.

My Name Had Gone Stale, And No Matter How Progressive I Got, It Was My Time To Die.

Sunlight Will Renew Your Pride.

They Used To Laugh At Me When I Refused To Ride On All Those Double Decker Buses, All Because There Was No Driver On The Top.

I Prefer Christmas, Which Is Everybody's Holiday. It's Just My Nature. I Don't Like To Be Zeroed In On En Masse.

Some People Are Upset To See You Doing Ordinary Things. Those People, If They Were A Celebrity, They Would Have An Entourage.

Richard Got Married To A Figure Skater, And He Bought Her A Dishwasher And A Coffee Percolator.

America Is In A Runaway-train Position And Dragging All The World With It. It's Grotesquely Mentally Ill.

I Am A Woman Of Heart And Mind, Looking For Affection And Respect, A Little Passion.

You Wake Up One Day And Suddenly Realize That Your Youth Is Behind You, Even Though You're Still Young At Heart.

I Had Made All These Rules For Myself: I'm Not Writing Social Commentary, I'm Not Writing Love Songs.

Whatever It Was That I Felt Was The Weak Link In My Previous Project Gave Me Inspiration For The Next One.

Musically, I Don't Think I'd Ever Dry Up. I Trust My Musical Invention.

Chase Away The Demons, And They Will Take The Angels With Them.

Fame Is A Series Of Misunderstandin Gs Surrounding A Name.

The Beginning Of Survival Is My Best Album. I Am Very Proud Of It, And I Am Surprised At It, Too. I Thought Some Of Travelogue Was A Little Heavy, But I Don't Think This Is Heavy.

When You Reach That Kind Of Successful Pinnacle, It Is The Nature Of The Business And The Press And Everything That They Go About Tearing You Down.

I Wanted To Paint In A Folk-artist-y Way. My Heroes Were Van Gogh, Gauguin, Matisse, And Rembrandt. I Think Picasso Is About As A Modern As I Got. But I Incorporated Things That They Rejected As Well As Movements That Happened Later.

So Many Things I Would Have Done, But Clouds Got In My Way.

They'll Crucify You For Staying The Same, And They'll Crucify You For Change. I'd Rather Be Crucified For Changing.

They Paved Paradise And Put Up A Parking Lot.

Do You See How You Hurt Me, Baby? So I Hurt You Too. Then We Both Get So Blue. I Am On A Lonely Road And I Am Traveling, Looking For The Key To Set Me Free.

Missing Someone

All The News Of Home You Read, More About The War And Of Bloody Changes.

My First Four Albums Covered The Usual Youth Problems - Looking For Love In All The Wrong Places - While The Next Five Are Basically About Being In Your 30s.

Woke Up, It Was A Chelsea Morning, And The First Thing That I Knew There Was Milk And Toast And Honey And A Bowl Of Oranges, Too.

Lazy Reviewers Look Up Other People's Reviews And They Write The Same Thing, So You Get People Writing Crap Based On Crap.

All My Battles Were With Male Egos. I’m Just Looking For Equality, Not To Dominate. But I Want To Be Able To Control My Vision.

Elusive Dreams And Vague Desires Fanned To Fiery Needs By Deadly Deeds Of Falling Empires.

I Met A Redneck On A Grecian Isle Who Did The Goat Dance Very Well.

There's A Man Who's Been Out Sailing In A Decade Full Of Dreams And He Takes Her To A Schooner And He Treats Her Like A Queen Bearing Beads From California With Their Amber Stones And Green He Has Called Her From The Harbor He Has Kissed Her With His Freedom He Has Heard Her Off To Starboard In The Breaking And The Breathing Of The Water Weeds While She Was Busy Being Free

I've Got 50 Different Tunings In The Guitar.

If I'm Censoring For Anyone, It's For My Parents. They Are Very Old-fashioned And Moral People. They Still Don't Understand Me That Well.

They Won't Give Peace A Chance, That's Just A Dream Some Of Us Had

The Hollywood Sirens Are Shrieking, While Down Some Search Lit Alley Runs Some Lost Belief.

A Few Drinks Later You're Not So Choosy When The Closing Lights Strip Off The Shadows On This Strange New Flesh You've Found.

Give Me Spots On My Apples, But Leave Me The Birds And The Bees, Please.

Does The Moon Play Only Silver When It Strums The Galaxy?

My Husband Had An Education. He Had A Degree In Literature. I Married Into A Camp Of Literary Types.

Do You Want - Do You Want - Do You Want To Dance With Me Baby?

I'd Had A Rough Childhood.

Tears And Fears And Feeling Proud To Say I Love You, Right Out Loud Dreams And Schemes And Circus Crowds I've Looked At Life That Way. But Now Old Friends Are Acting Strange They Shake Their Heads, They Say I've Changed Something's Lost, But Something's Gained In Living Every Day I've Looked At Life From Both Sides Now From Win And Lose, And Still Somehow It's Life's Illusions I Recall I Really Don't Know Life At All

Lord, There's Danger In This Land, You Get Witch Hunts And Wars When Church And State Hold Hands.

Oh It Gets So Lonely When You're Walking And The Streets Are Full Of Strangers

There Are Things To Confess That Enrich The World, And Things That Need Not Be Said.

I Don't Know Who I Am But You Know, Life Is For Learning.

Knowing Who You Are

Morgellons Is Constantly Morphing. There Are Times When It's Directly Attacking The Nervous System, As If You're Being Bitten By Fleas And Lice. It's All In The Tissue And It's Not A Hallucination. It Was Eating Me Alive, Sucking The Juices Out. I've Been Sick All My Life.

I Couldn't See Passion As A Bad Thing.

I Paint My Joy And I Sing My Sorrow.

Unlike Some Of My Peers, I Haven't Really Hit A Writer's Block. When I Hit A Block I Just Paint, Which Is An Old Crop Rotation Trick.

We Managed To Put Together A Compilation That Had Some Creativity To It. In The Meantime I Was Listening To The Free Radio Stations And I Noticed That During Their War Coverage They Were Playing These Songs Born Out Of The Vietnam War That Were All Critical Of The Soldiers.

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