Only two to three per cent of an audience is interested in words and pays attention to lyrics; most of the rest of it is about image or the beat or the sound, or else it's a tribal thing - country & western, rap, heavy metal, with historical folk rock off in some kind of cult.

On a morning from a Bogart movie, in a country where they turn back time. You go strolling through the crowd like Peter Lorre, contemplating a crime. She comes out of the sun in a silk dress running like a watercolor in the rain. Don't bother asking for explanations, she'll just tell you that she came in the year of the cat.

I know there's a big bad world out there, but I rarely come across it.

You reach out your hand, but you're all alone, in those time passages.

The literati in their cellarsPerform semantic tarantellas.I wish I did it half as well as them.

There's room in the world for one historical folk-rock singer to make a decent living, and I happen to be it.

She doesn't give you time for questions as she locks up your arms in hers. And you follow till your sense of direction completely disappears.