What politics I ever learned, I learned in the streets, because it was part of the environment.

Seven shots ring out like the ocean's pounding roar, there's seven people dead on a South Dakota farm.

My father probably thought the capital of the world was wherever he was at the time. It couldn't possibly be anyplace else. Where he and his wife were in their own home, that, for them, was the capital of the world.

Heard ten thousand whispering and nobody listening. Heard one person starve, I heard many people laughing. Heard the song of a poet who died in the gutter.

Look at the sun sinkin' like a ship. Ain't that just like my heart, babe. When you kissed my lips?

Black is the Color and none is the number

The only sound that's left after the ambulances go is Cinderella sweeping up on Desolation Row.