Sing your praise of progress and the doom machine, the naked truth is still taboo whenever it can be seen.

I've never written a political song. Songs can't save the world. I've gone through all that.

Don't get up gentlemen. I'm only passing through!

I was never a topical songwriter.

In the valley of the giants where the stars and stripes explode, the peaches they were sweet and the milk and honey flowed.

Here's the thing with me and the religious thing. This is the flat-out truth: I find the religiosity and philosophy in the music. I don't find it anywhere else.

Shedding off one more layer of skin, Keeping one step ahead of the persecutor within.