This old world keeps spinnin’ round; It’s a wonder tall trees ain’t layin’ down.
The punches came fast and hard, lying on my back in the school yard.
I don't force it. If you don't have an idea and you don't hear anything going over and over in your head, don't sit down and try to write a song. You know, go mow the lawn...My songs speak for themselves.
I can get away with saying a lot of ideas that are young and naive. I'm liberated.
I ran into the preacher, said God was on my side, then I ran into the hangman.
Social media and young people, art, music, all communications make this one of the most active times for activism. It will be a time of change.