Look at the sun sinkin' like a ship. Ain't that just like my heart, babe. When you kissed my lips?
How many roads must a man walk down.. Before you can call him a Man.
I do know what my songs are about.
Ain't nothing too discreet about the disease of conceit.
You have to look at every one of your songs and be able to identify with them in a meaningful way. You can hardly sing your songs unless you're in them. If you want to fake it, go ahead. Fake it if you want. But I'm not that kind of singer.
Black is the Color and none is the number