Shadows are falling and I've been here all day/It's too hot to sleep, time is running away/Feel like my soul has turned into steel/I've still got the scars that the sun didn't heal.

Call me any name you like I will never deny it.

People today are still living off the table scraps of the sixties. They are still being passed around - the music and the ideas.

There is nothing so stable as change.

There doesn't seem to be any tomorrow. Every time I wake up, no matter in what position, it's always been today.

It's always disappointing when people decide for one reason or another that they don't like your work anymore, but you can't try to please people, because then you're just going to be doing - you'll never live it down, y'know it'll always be dogging you around - you might be being a fake about the whole thing.

When somethin's not right it's wrong.