We are all driven by an invisible whip. Some run, some have fun, some are hip, some tip, some dip, but we all must answer to the invisible whip.

I wish we could just stay on the bandstand, it's so peaceful up here.

When I die, I want them to play The Black and Crazy Blues, I want to be cremated, put in a bag of pot and I want beautiful people to smoke me and hope they got something out of it.

Keep searchin’ for your mystery note on the universal piano of life.

All it is, is a tone. So I'm gonna come back as a note!

What about a blues in W, in the key of W.

I didn't ask my mother to buy me a trumpet or a violin, I started right on the water hose.