When I was growing up - say in the fifties - the thirties to me didn't even exist. I couldn't even imagine them in any kind of way, so I don't expect anyone growing up now is gonna even understand what the sixties were all about, anymore than I could the thirties or twenties.

If I had the stars from the darkest night and the diamonds from the deepest ocean, I'd forsake them all for your sweet kiss, for that's all I'm wishin' to be ownin'.

The hollow horn plays wasted words, proves to warn that he not busy being born is busy dying.

Mama's in the factory, she ain't got no shoes. Daddy's in the alley, he's looking for food.

The song was there before me, before I came along. I just sorta came down and just sorta took it down with a pencil, but it was there before I came around.

The truth that I am seeking is in your missing file.

Sing your praise of progress and the doom machine, the naked truth is still taboo whenever it can be seen.