I make my stand and remain as I am, and bid farewell and not give a damn.

I'm not going to read any of these magazines. I mean, because they've just got too much to lose by printing the truth. You know that.

Yes, and only if my own true love was waiting If I could hear his heart softly pounding Yes, and only if he was lying by me Would I lie in my bed once again.

Seven shots ring out like the ocean's pounding roar, there's seven people dead on a South Dakota farm.

I need all kinds of songs - fast ones, slow ones, minor key, ballads, rumbas - and they all get juggled around during a live show. I've been trying for years to come up with songs that have the feeling of a Shakespearean drama, so I'm always starting with that.

Nobody has ever taught you how to live on the street.

You better start swimming, or you'll sink like a stone. Because the Time's they are a-changing.