I've been out in front of a dozen dead oceans.

Every nerve in my body is so vacant and numb/I can't even remember what it was I came here to get away from/Don't even hear a murmur of a prayer/It's not dark yet, but it's getting there.

Folk songs are evasive-the truth about life, and life is more or less a lie, but then again that's exactly the way we want it to be. We wouldn't be comfortable with it any other way. A folk song has over a thousand faces and you must meet them all if you want to play this stuff. A folk song might vary in meaning and it might not appear the same from one moment to the next. It depends on who's playing and who's listening.

I felt like I might as well have been living in another part of the solar system.

Nothing can affect my voice, it's so bad.

On the stone that remains carved next to his name, his epitaph plain, only a pawn in their game.

I'm looking for a woman who's head is mixed up like mine.