Really the truth is just a plain picture. A plain picture of, let's say, a tramp vomiting in the sewere. You know, and next door to the picture Mr. Rockefeller or Mr. C. W. Jones on the subway going to work. You know, any kind of picture. Just make a collage of pictures.

My love is like some raven at my window with a broken wing.

Don't wanna marry nobody, if they're already married.

And there's no one there to dry your tears. I could hold you for a million years. To make you feel my love.

Upon four-legged forest clouds the cowboy angel rides

Stop all this weeping, swallow your pride/ You will not die, its not poison -Tombstone Blues

The people in my songs are all me.