Do you believe in rock 'n roll? Can music save your mortal soul?
We all got up to dance. Oh, but we never got the chance!
I mean, I've been given a terrific life by the audiences who stuck with me all over the world.
In the autumn of 1970 I had a job singing in the school system, playing my guitar in classrooms.
Devoid of all romance, the music plays and everyone must dance. I'm bowing out.
Starry, starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, swirling clouds in violet haze reflect Vincent's eyes of china blue.