A lot of people don't like the road, but it's as natural to me as breathing.

Madonna, she still has not showed, we see this empty cage now corrode, where her cape of the stage once had flowed, the fiddler he now steps to the road, on the back of the fish truck that loads, while my conscience explodes.

At times in my life the only place I have been happy is when I am on stage.

Gates appeal to me because of the negative space they allow. They can be closed but at the same time they allow the seasons and breezes to enter and flow. They can shut you out or shut you in. And in some ways there is no difference.

My love is like some raven at my window with a broken wing.

So I cut off my hair and I rode straight away, to the wild unknown country where I could not go wrong.

I don't think I've ever been an agnostic. I've always thought there's a superior power, that this is not the real world and that there's a world to come.