Shedding off one more layer of skin, Keeping one step ahead of the persecutor within.

I fought with my twin, the enemy within.

Fortune or fame, you must pick one or the other, though neither of them are to be what they claim.

I see through your brain like I see through the water that runs down the drain.

Somebody had to be Bob Dylan. I guess I was best equipped to do the job.

Shadows are falling and I've been here all day/It's too hot to sleep, time is running away/Feel like my soul has turned into steel/I've still got the scars that the sun didn't heal.

Some of the old folk singers used to phrase things in an interesting way, and then, I got my style from seeing a lot of outdoor-type poets, who would recite their poetry. When you don't have a guitar, you recite things differently, and there used to be quite a few poets in the jazz clubs, who would recite with a different type of attitude.