All our songs are about love, travel and death.
The best songs just come unasked for. You don't have to think about them. Summer is a good time for songs.
Do you know how pale & wanton thrillful comes death on a strange hour unannounced, unplanned for like a scaring over-friendly guest you've brought to bed Death makes angels of us all & gives us wings where we had shoulders smooth as raven's claws
Out here on the perimeter there are no stars. Out here we is stoned. Immaculate.
I like any reaction I can get with my music. Just anything to get people to think.
...most of the press were vultures descending on the scene for curious America aplomb. Cameras inside the coffin interviewing worms.