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.

Mother Goose, she's on the skids. Sure ain't happy, neither are the kids.

My career is built around a pattern that just keeps repeating itself over and over again. There's nothing surprising about it at all. My changes are as easy to predict as the sun coming up and down.

Ain't singing for Pepsi, ain't singing for Coke, I don't sing for nobody, makes me look like a joke.

I am succeeding because people are talking about how they would do it better.

It is better to burn out then fade away

Possessions and concessions are not often what they seem, they drag you down and load you down in disguise of security.