It's a blue album, but it's not a blues album. I'm not pretending all of a sudden now I'm blues.
If I could go back in time and see any band, It would be Link Wray and the Raymen.
In the fields of opportunity it's plowing time again.
Tin soldiers and Nixon coming, We're finally on our own. This summer I hear the drumming, Four dead in Ohio.
I'm not into this judgmental, religious-right kind of thing.
Nothing is perfect in God's perfect plan.