Advertising signs: they con you into thinking you're the one That can do what's never been done That can win what's never been won Meantime life outside goes on all around you

I gotta friend who spends his life, stabbing my picture with a bowie knife. Dreams of strangling me with a scarf, when my name comes up he pretends to barf.

You can't be happy by doing something groovy.

It goes back to the destiny thing.I made a bargain with it, you know, a long time ago. And I'm holding up my end.

Sold my guitar to the baker's son for a few crumbs and a place to hide.

A poem is a naked person.

I'm not a folk-singer. I just sing a certain place.