The leaves that are green turn to brown. And they wither with the wind. And they crumble in your hand.

And a rock feels no pain; And an island never cries.

Believing I had supernatural powers, I slammed into a brick wall.

How much can you do with two voices? You can sing thirds or you can sing fifths or you can do a background harmony.

The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls and tenements halls and whispered in the sounds of silence.

Artie travels all the time. The rehearsals were just miserable. Artie and I fought all the time. He didn't want to do the show with my band; he just wanted me on acoustic guitar.

Lord, I am a surgeon and music is my knife. It cuts away my sorrow and purifies my life.