Inside your own self pity there you swim, in sinking down to drown her voice still haunts you, and only with your laughter can you win.

Rolling Stone hates me. They must have an editorial policy to do me in for many years.

I met a woman She had a mouth like yours She knew your life She knew your devils and your deeds And she said "Go to him, stay with him if you can But be prepared to bleed

Acid, booze, and ass, needles, guns, and grass, lots of laughs.

I'm your biggest fan, California, I'm coming home

Nobody understood The Reoccurring Dream, but after September 11, when we were coerced to do a national duty and go out and shop, surely people could begin to see what I was getting at.

My style of songwriting is influenced by cinema. I'm a frustrated filmmaker. A fan once said to me, 'Girl, you make me see pictures in my head!' and I took that as a great compliment. That's exactly my intention.