Each one of them suffering from the failures of their day, with strings of guilt they tried hard to guide us.

Truth is an arrow and the gate is narrow that it passes through.

She speaks with a stutter and she and she walks with a hop. I don't know why I love her, but I just can't stop.

In this ocean of hours I'm all the time drinking.

i been meek, and hard like an oak, i seen pretty people disappear like smoke. friends will arrive, friends will disappear. if you want me, honey baby, i'll be here.

Lay down the song you strum, And rest yourself 'neath the strength of strings No voice can hope to hum.

I like Fidel Castro and his beard.