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

I'm a painter first, and a musician second.

Does the moon play only silver when it strums the galaxy?

But you know it's hard to tell When you're in the spell if it's wrong or if it's real But you're bound to lose If you let the blues get you scared to feel

The land of litigation, the courts are like game shows. Take what's behind the curtain the jury cries.

We are stardust, we are golden and we've got to get ourselves back to the garden.

I could drink a case of you.