After claws and feathers, he took skin and bone, shaped it like an hour glass and made the angels moan.

I'm a very wealthy man.

Blue jean baby, LA lady, seamstress for the band. Pretty eyed, pirate smile, you'll marry a music man. Ballerina, you must have seen her dancing in the sand.

It'll take you a couple of vodka and tonics to set you on your feet again.

I just go into the studio, look at the lyrics for the first time when I put them on the piano, and go. If I haven't got it within 40 minutes, I give up. It's never changed, the thrill has never gone, because I don't know what I'm going to get next.

It's much too late to save myself from falling.

Some kneel and lie to God.