I change during the course of a day. I wake and I'm one person, and when I go to sleep I know for certain I'm somebody else.

Disillusioned words like bullets bark as human gods aim for their mark.

The confessional singer-songwriter movement of the 1970s was in full swing, and Bob Dylan's emotional album [ Blood on the Tracks] resonated with the times. There would be other hits, but never the same alchemy of emotion and time.

Cop comes down the street crazy as a loon, he throws us in jail for carrying harpoons.

The pump don't work cause the vandals took the handle

Socialism, hypnotism, patriotism, materialism, fools making laws for the breaking of jaws.

Behind every beautiful thing, there's some kind of pain.