All I really, really want our love to do is to bring out the best in me and in you too.

But now old friends are acting strange They shake their heads, they say I've changed Well something's lost, but something's gained In living every day

White rhythm is waltzes, marches, and the polka. In Africa, rhythm is used for a celebratory groove, but white rhythm doesn't have such an enormous vocabulary of spirits. It's basically militant.

They'll crucify you for staying the same, and they'll crucify you for change. I'd rather be crucified for changing.

everything comes and goes; pleasure moves on too early and trouble leaves too slow

We love our lovin'....but not like we love our freedom.

I was young for my age. Not as naïve as they expected. I don't know why I seem to bring that out in people.