This is our moment, here at the cross-roads of time. Time is relentless and as the past dissappears, we're on the verge of all things new.

Rock and roll cola wars, I can't take it any more.

I always hated my hair, so now it's going away.

Let me go on sleeping and I will lose myself in palaces of sand, and all the fantasies that I've been keeping will make the empty hours easier to stand.

I can't remember faces, don't remember names, but after awhile and a thousand miles it all becomes the same.

I guess some people in classical music can keep going until they kick (die) and the (Rolling) Stones are definitely pushing the envelope but I wonder if here's a time when you have to face whether you are as good as you used to be.

We are living in a time when American popular music is finally being recognized as one of our most successful exports. The demand is huge.