I dreamed I saw the silver spaceships flying in the yellow haze of the sun. There were children crying and colors flying all around the chosen ones.

Southern change gonna come at last! Now your crosses are burning fast, Southern Man.

There's a lot of frustration in trying to get music out when you're the only one who hears it, especially if you have something in your head that's not normal.

I'm free to give my love, but you're not the one I'm thinking of.

It was then I knew I'd had enough, Burned my credit card for fuel Headed out to where the pavement turns to sand With a one-way ticket to the land of truth And my suitcase in my hand

The artists always reflect the times, so there's a lot to think about, a lot of unknowns, a lot of things that are describable. This is the closest I've seen to the kind of ambience that made the '60s happen. It's not about the artist having a responsibility to do anything. They have to be artists and express themselves and everything will work out fine.

Welfare mothers make better lovers.