Mothers tell your children not to do the things I have done, to spend my life in sin and misery in the House of the Rising Sun.

Gonna change my way of thinking, make my self a different set of rules. Gonna put my good foot forward and stop being influenced by fools.

Never make it perfect.

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.

There's beauty in the silver singing river There's beauty in the sunrise in the sky But none of these and nothing else can match the beauty That I remember in my true love's eyes

Ring the bells for the blind and deaf.

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