I didn't come out of a cereal box.

I'm mortified to be on the stage, but then again, it's the only place where I'm happy.

The good Samaritan, he's getting dressed, he's getting ready for the show. He's going to the carnival tonight on Desolation Row.

When you got nothin' / You got nothin' to lose.

Take me disappearing, through the smoke rings of my mind, down the foggy ruins of time.

The purpose of art is to stop time.

Up north, you could find these radio stations with no name on the dials that played pre-rock 'n' roll things - country blues. We would hear Slim Harpo or Lightnin' Slim and gospel groups, the Dixie Hummingbirds, the Five Blind Boys of Alabama. I was so far north, I didn't even know where Alabama was.