Did God make man in a breath of holy fire, or did he crawl on up out of the muck and mire?

I'm laughing at you, you're laughing at me.

It's hard to be a saint in the city.

You're born into this life paying for the sins of somebody else's past.

Being an artist is this kind of occupation in which you have to make people care about your obsession.

I was in my late 20s, in the process of shaping my musical outlook and what I wanted it to be about, when I first encountered Woody Guthrie.

Now young faces grow sad and old and hearts of fire grow cold We swore blood brothers against the wind I'm ready to grow young again